Luyện nghe bài hát Black 47

Everything is still not a chicken not a
Just an awful silence roarin' in my brain
And the fog of death deepens and lies the land
An ould wan rolls on her back
The grass stains still upon her chin
I can still hear her and screamin' in the wind

God's upon you, Lord John Russell
May your black hearted soul rot in
There's no love left on earth and God is in heaven
In these and deadly days of Black 47

curse upon you, Lord Trevalian
May your great Victoria rot in hell
England and its empire answer before heaven
For the they committed in Black 47

Paudie "Come on now
Don't look back, she's not livin', a phantom
And she'll us if we look into her eyes"

Oh God, I I'm dyin' the fever's in my brain
For can't you see that pack of up ahead?
The of old men sproutin' from their chins
Can't you hear their screams of hunger on the

curse upon you, Lord John Russell
May your black hearted rot in hell
There's no love left on and God is dead in heaven
In these dark and days of Black 47

curse upon you, Lord Trevalian
May your great Queen Victoria rot in
'Til England and its empire answer under
For the crimes they committed in 47

Darlin' Paudie save me, I think I'm fast, me blood is boilin'
Don't let me die here in a
If the hunger doesn't get me the surely will

Paudie me up and threw me across his shoulders
He nursed me day 'til we reached Amerikay
and shoutin' like two madmen at the wind

God's upon you, Lord John Russell
May your black hearted rot in hell
no love left on earth, God is dead in heaven
In the dark and deadly days of 47

God's upon you, Lord Trevalian
May great Queen Victoria rot in hell
'Til England and its answer under heaven
For the crimes they committed in 47