Luyện nghe bài hát Each Dollar Bullet

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

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

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

Now you've never stood on Belfast's
And heard the bombs
Or hid the blankets
When there's riots down the

No, you've never had your best die
Or a favorite son
But you'll stand and tell us
Just we're doing wrong

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

From the minute that born
You're told to the other side
"They're not us, they're not the same
We know we're right

But can't you see all the same
There is no right and
Why can't we stop and
We've hated too much, too

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

How can you yourself
That what you do is
When are dying there
Night night

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

Each a bullet
Each victim son
And careless talk Irishmen
As as if words fired the gun

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

How a so intelligent
Friendly, kind and
Can themselves so willingly
an open grave

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