Luyện nghe bài hát Each Dollar Bullet

Oh, it must seem so
When the over there
And they're passing the shamrock
And all filled up with tears

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

Each dollar a
victim someone's son
And Americans Irishmen
As as if they fired the gun

Now you've never stood on Belfast's
And the bombs explode
Or hid beneath the
When there's riots down the

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

Each false word a
Each victim son
And kill Irishmen
As surely as if fired the gun

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

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

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
When people are there
after night

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

Each a bullet
victim someone's son
And careless talk 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 so intelligent
Friendly, and brave
Can throw themselves so
Into an open

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