Luyện nghe bài hát Each Dollar Bullet

Oh, it must so romantic
When the fighting's over
And they're 'round 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, 'Wearing of the

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

Now never stood on Belfast's streets
And heard the bombs
Or hid beneath the
When there's riots down the

No, you've never had your friend die
Or a favorite son
But you'll stand and tell us
Just we're doing wrong

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

From the minute you're born
told to hate the other side
"They're not like us, not the same
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 someone's son
And Irishmen kill
As as if they fired the gun

How can you convince
That what you do is
When are dying there
after night

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

Each rumor a
Each someone's son
And talk kills Irishmen
As surely as if fired the gun

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

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

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