Luyện nghe bài hát Each Dollar Bullet

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But can't you see we're all the
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 Irishmen Irishmen
As surely as if fired the gun

How can you yourself
That what you do is
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
in your ground

Each rumor a
Each victim son
And talk kills Irishmen
As surely as if words the gun

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

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

Each new day a
Each victim son
And kills Irishmen
As surely as if we the gun