Luyện nghe bài hát Each Dollar Bullet

Oh, it must so romantic
When the fighting's there
And they're passing 'round the
And all filled 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 someone's son
And Americans kill
As as if they fired the gun

Now you've never stood on streets
And heard the explode
Or hid the blankets
When riots down the road

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, lasted for so long now
And so many died
such a part of my own life
Yet it leaves me

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

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