Luyện nghe bài hát Each Dollar Bullet

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

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

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

Now never stood on Belfast's streets
And the bombs explode
Or hid the blankets
When there's riots the road

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

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

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

But you see we're all the same
There is no right and
Why we stop and realize
We've hated too much, too

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

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

you ever wonder why it still goes on?
The hopes and fears and all the
Are in your ground
Buried in ground

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

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

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

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