Luyện nghe bài hát Each Dollar Bullet

Oh, it must seem so
the fighting's over there
And passing 'round the shamrock
And you're all filled up with

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

Each a bullet
Each someone's son
And Americans kill
As surely as if fired the gun

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

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

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

From the that you're born
You're told to hate the side
"They're not us, they're 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
We've hated too much, too

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

How can you convince
what you do is right?
When people are dying
Night night

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

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

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

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

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