Luyện nghe bài hát Each Dollar Bullet

Oh, it must so romantic
the fighting's over there
And they're passing 'round the
And all filled up with tears

"For the love of old Ireland"
That you've never seen
You throw in dollars
And sing, 'Wearing of the

dollar a bullet
Each someone's son
And Americans Irishmen
As surely as if they the gun

Now never stood on Belfast's streets
And heard the bombs
Or hid beneath the
When there's down the road

No, you've never had best friend die
Or lost a son
But you'll there and tell us
what we're doing wrong

Each false word a
Each victim son
And Englishmen Irishmen
As as if they fired the gun

From the minute that you're
You're to hate the other side
"They're not us, they're not the same
We because we're right

But can't you see we're all the
is no right and wrong
Why we stop and realize
We've too much, too long

Each old lie a
victim someone's son
And Irishmen Irishmen
As surely as if fired the gun

How can you yourself
what you do is right?
When people are there
Night night

Don't you ever wonder why it goes on?
The hopes and and all the tears
Are buried in your
in your ground

Each rumor a
Each someone's son
And careless talk Irishmen
As surely as if fired the gun

Well, it's for so long now
And so have died
It's such a of my own life
Yet it me mystified

How a people so
Friendly, kind and
Can throw themselves so
Into an open

new day a bullet
Each someone's son
And kills Irishmen
As surely as if we the gun