Luyện nghe bài hát Each Dollar Bullet

Oh, it seem so romantic
When the fighting's there
And they're 'round the shamrock
And you're all filled up tears

"For the of dear old Ireland"
That you've even seen
You throw in dollars
And sing, 'Wearing of the

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

Now you've never stood on streets
And heard the explode
Or hid beneath the
When there's riots down the

No, you've had your best friend die
Or a favorite son
But stand there and tell us
Just what doing wrong

Each false a bullet
victim someone's son
And Englishmen kill
As surely as if they the gun

From the that you're born
You're told to hate the side
"They're not like us, they're not the
We because we're right

But can't you see we're all the
There is no 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 they the gun

How can you convince
That you do is right?
When people are dying
Night after

Don't you wonder why it still goes on?
The and fears and all the tears
Are buried in ground
Buried in ground

rumor a bullet
Each victim son
And careless talk kills
As surely as if words the gun

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

How a people so
Friendly, and brave
Can throw so willingly
Into an open

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