Luyện nghe bài hát Famine

Okay, I want to talk Ireland
Specifically I want to talk the 'Famine'
About the that there never really was one
was no 'Famine'

See people were only allowed to eat potatoes
All of the other food, meat, fish,
shipped out of the country under armed guard
To while the Irish people starved

And on the middle of all this
gave us money not to teach our children Irish
And so we our history
And this is what I think is still me

See, we're a child that's been battered
Has to drive itself out of it's head because it's
Still feels all the painful
But they lose contact with the

And this to massive self-destruction
Alcoholism, addiction
All desperate at running
And in worst form becomes actual killing

And if there ever is gonna be
has to be remembering and then grieving
So that there can be forgiving
There has to be and understanding

All the people
Where do they all come

An American regulation
Says you mustn't kill more than ten percent of a
'Cause to do so causes permanent 'psychological
It's not permanent but didn't know that

Anyway, the supposed 'Famine
We lost a lot than ten percent of our nation
Through deaths on or on ships of emigration
But finally broke us was not starvation
But it's use in the of our education

go on about 'Black '47'
On and on about Terrible Famine'
But what they don't say is in
really never was one

(Excuse me)
All the people
(I'm sorry, me)
Where do they all come

(That I can you in one word)
All the lonely
do they all belong?

So take a look, shall we?
The highest of child abuse in the EEC
And we say a Christian country
But we've lost contact our history

See we used to God as a mother
We're suffering from Post Traumatic Disorder
at all our old men in the pubs
Look at all our people on drugs

We to worship God as a mother
Now look at what we're doing to other
We've made killers of ourselves
The most child-like trusting in the Universe

And is what's wrong with us
Our history books the figures lied to us
I see the as a race like a child
That got bashed in the face

And if there ever is gonna be
There has to be and then grieving
So that there, can be forgiving
There has to be knowledge and

All the lonely
Where do they all come
All the lonely
Where do all come from?

We stand on the brink of a achievement
In this there is no solution to be found
To our disagreements by shooting each
There is no real here

We are all Irish in all our different of ways
We must not, now or in the future
Show anything to other
Except tolerance, forbearance and neighborly

of our tradition
Everyone here how he is
And God expects him to do