Luyện nghe bài hát Bloody Lane

Rockets hit the station, set ablaze,
death and in the haze.
Where mercy takes a holiday, hatred a crown.
The undertaker's king in Town.

Green the of envy, red the bloody lane.
Still they bury and bury in my name.

Bells out in Belfast.
How many more will
The wounded the cradle to the grave.
How spite, fear, and bigotry can the face of shame.
Do the losses really out the gain

and broken cobblestone, yellow is the moon.
Bitterest of tears are shed of who die too soon.
And answers aren't so when the truth is plain to see,
you'd do to them you would do to me.