Luyện nghe bài hát Bloody Lane

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

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

ring out in Belfast.
How many will die?
The wounded stain the to the grave.
How spite, fear, and can change the face of shame.
Do the losses really out the gain

Grey and cobblestone, yellow is the moon.
Bitterest of tears are of those who die too soon.
And answers so simple when the truth is plain to see,
you'd do to them what you do to me.