Luyện nghe bài hát Business as Usual

The pink crucifix with the jesus I wanted.
The man the blood on his hands, as I ran from the river.
my cousin, before they took her to the graveyard.
Trembling at night the violence I heard from my bedroom.

are my memories.
are my memories,
home.

Called up at school, for my hand there to say 'present'.
Running the gauntlet outside the rado at dawn.
Rory and me, without a spare between us.
Catching the last bus halfway I'm so glad.

are my memories.
are my memories,
home.

Philip and me and 'the brush' 'round in a transit.
The bailey, the strangely's, the smoke and the and the acid.
I lost my to a tipperary woman.
A heart that was broken, but it wasn't the first or the time.

are my memories.
are my memories,
home.

Under the wings of the man called green, I found freedom.
Three children, one wife, a twist of the and a scandal.
Divorce, separation, some kind of salvation lately.
So many have gone, but I know just business as usual.

Oh, are my memories.
are my memories.
are my memories.
are my memories.
are my memories.
are my memories,
home.

These memories keep back.
memories keep coming back.
All years ago.
All those ago.

are my memories.
are my memories.
are my memories.