Luyện nghe bài hát Black 47

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

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

God's curse upon you, Trevalian
May your great Queen rot in hell
'Til England and its empire before heaven
For the crimes committed in Black 47

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

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

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

God's upon you, Lord Trevalian
May your great Queen Victoria rot in
'Til England and its empire answer under
For the crimes 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 doesn't get me the fever surely will

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

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

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