Luyện nghe bài hát Each Dollar Bullet

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

"For the of dear old Ireland"
That you've even seen
You throw in twenty
And sing, 'Wearing of the

Each dollar a
victim someone's son
And Americans kill
As as if they fired the gun

Now you've never on Belfast's streets
And the bombs explode
Or hid the blankets
When there's down the road

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

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

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

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

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

How can you yourself
what you do is right?
When people are there
Night after

you ever wonder why it still goes on?
The and fears and all the tears
Are buried in your
Buried in your

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

Well, it's for so long now
And so many have
It's a part of my own life
Yet it me mystified

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

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