Luyện nghe bài hát Each Dollar Bullet

Oh, it must seem so
When the fighting's there
And they're 'round the shamrock
And all filled up with tears

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

Each dollar a
Each victim son
And kill Irishmen
As as if they fired the gun

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

No, you've had your best friend die
Or lost a son
But you'll stand and tell us
Just what doing wrong

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

How a people so
Friendly, and brave
Can throw themselves so
Into an open

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