Luyện nghe bài hát Each Dollar Bullet

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

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

Each dollar a
Each victim son
And Americans kill
As surely as if fired the gun

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

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

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

the minute that you're born
You're told to hate the 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
hated too much, too long

Each old lie a
Each someone's son
And kill Irishmen
As surely as if 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 hopes and and all the tears
Are buried in ground
Buried in your

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

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

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

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