Luyện nghe bài hát Each Dollar Bullet

Oh, it seem so romantic
the fighting's over there
And they're 'round the shamrock
And you're all filled up with

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

Each a bullet
Each someone's son
And Americans Irishmen
As surely as if fired the gun

Now you've never on Belfast's streets
And heard the explode
Or hid beneath the
there's riots down the road

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

false word a bullet
Each someone's son
And Englishmen kill
As as if they fired the gun

From the minute that you're
told to hate the other side
"They're not like us, not the same
We know we're right

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

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

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

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

Each a bullet
victim someone's son
And careless talk Irishmen
As as if words fired the gun

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

How a so intelligent
Friendly, and brave
Can throw themselves so
an open grave

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