Luyện nghe bài hát Black 47

Everything is not a chicken not a body
Just an awful sicken roarin' in my brain
And the fog of death deepens and upon the land
An wan rolls over 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 your black soul rot in hell
There's no love on earth and God is dead in heaven
In these and deadly days of Black 47

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

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

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

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

curse 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 here in a
If the hunger doesn't get me the surely will

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

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

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