Luyện nghe bài hát Black 47

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

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

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

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

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

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

God's curse you, Lord Trevalian
May your Queen Victoria rot in hell
'Til England and its empire answer under
For the they committed in Black 47

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

Paudie took me up and threw me across his
He nursed me every day we reached Amerikay
Screamin' and like two madmen at the wind

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

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