Luyện nghe bài hát Black 47

Everything is not a chicken not a body
an awful sicken silence roarin' in my brain
And the fog of death deepens and lies the land
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 curse upon you, Lord John
May black hearted soul rot in hell
There's no left on earth and God is dead in heaven
In these dark and deadly of Black 47

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

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

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

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

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

Darlin' Paudie 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 surely

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

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

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