Luyện nghe bài hát Black 47

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

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

God's curse upon you, Trevalian
May great Queen Victoria rot in hell
'Til 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', 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 sproutin' from their
Can't you hear their of hunger on the wind?

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

God's curse upon you, Trevalian
May your great Queen 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 here in a
If the hunger get me the fever surely will

took me up and threw me across his shoulders
He me every day 'til we reached Amerikay
Screamin' and shoutin' two madmen at the wind

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

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