Luyện nghe bài hát Each Dollar Bullet

Oh, it seem so romantic
When the over there
And they're passing the shamrock
And you're all filled up with

"For the love of old Ireland"
That you've never seen
You throw in dollars
And sing, of the Green'

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

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

No, you've never had your best die
Or lost a son
But you'll there and tell us
what we're doing wrong

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

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

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

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

How can you yourself
That you do is right?
people are dying there
Night after

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

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

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

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

new day a bullet
Each someone's son
And ignorance kills
As as if we fired the gun