Luyện nghe bài hát Each Dollar Bullet

Oh, it seem so romantic
When the fighting's over
And they're passing 'round the
And you're all filled up tears

"For the of dear old Ireland"
you've never even seen
You in twenty dollars
And sing, 'Wearing of the

Each a bullet
victim someone's son
And kill Irishmen
As surely as if they the gun

Now never stood on Belfast's streets
And the bombs explode
Or hid beneath the
When there's down the road

No, never had your best friend die
Or a favorite son
But you'll stand and tell us
Just we're doing wrong

false word a bullet
Each victim son
And Englishmen Irishmen
As surely as if they the gun

the minute that you're born
You're to hate the other side
"They're not like us, they're not the
We know we're right

But can't you see all the same
There is no right and
Why we stop and realize
We've too much, too long

old lie a bullet
Each someone's son
And Irishmen kill
As surely as if they the gun

How can you yourself
That what you do is
When are dying there
after night

Don't you ever wonder why it still on?
The hopes and and all the tears
Are in your ground
in your ground

Each rumor a
Each victim son
And talk kills Irishmen
As as if words fired the gun

Well, lasted for so long now
And so have died
It's such a of my own life
Yet it leaves me

How a people so
Friendly, and brave
Can themselves so willingly
Into an grave

new day a bullet
Each victim son
And ignorance Irishmen
As surely as if we the gun