Luyện nghe bài hát Black 47

Everything is not a chicken not a body
Just an awful sicken silence roarin' in my
And the fog of deepens and lies upon the land
An ould wan rolls over on her
The grass still green upon her chin
I can still hear her and screamin' in 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 in heaven
In dark and deadly days of Black 47

curse upon you, Lord Trevalian
May your great Victoria rot in hell
'Til England and its empire answer 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 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 chins
Can't you hear screams of hunger on the wind?

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

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

Darlin' Paudie save me, I I'm sinkin' fast, me blood 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 nursed me day 'til we reached Amerikay
Screamin' and like two madmen at the wind

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

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