Luyện nghe bài hát Each Dollar Bullet

Oh, it must so romantic
When the fighting's there
And passing 'round the shamrock
And you're all up with tears

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

dollar a bullet
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 the blankets
When there's down the road

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

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

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

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

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

How can you convince
That you do is right?
When people are there
Night after

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

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

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

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

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