Luyện nghe bài hát Each Dollar Bullet

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

"For the love of old Ireland"
That never even seen
You throw in twenty
And sing, of the Green'

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

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

No, you've had your best friend die
Or lost a son
But you'll stand there and us
what we're doing wrong

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

From the minute that you're
You're to hate the other side
"They're not like us, not the same
We because we're right

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

Each old lie a
Each victim son
And Irishmen Irishmen
As as if they fired the gun

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

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

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

Well, it's lasted for so now
And so have died
It's a part 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
victim someone's son
And ignorance kills
As as if we fired the gun