Luyện nghe bài hát Black 47

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

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

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

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

God's curse you, Lord John Russell
May your black hearted soul rot in
There's no love 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 Victoria rot in
'Til England and its empire under heaven
For the they committed in Black 47

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

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

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

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