Luyện nghe bài hát Luck of the Irish (Live) (Acoustic)

If you had the of the Irish
be sorry and wish you were dead
You should have the luck of the
And you'd you was English instead

A thousand of torture and hunger
Drove the away from their land
A land full of and wonder
Was raped by the British
Goddamn,

If you keep voices like flowers
There'd be shamrock all the world
If you could drink dreams like Irish
Then the world would be as the mountain of morn

In the 'Pool they told us the
How the English divided the
Of the pain and the and the glory
And the of old Ireland

If we make chains with the morning dew
The would be like Galway Bay
walk over rainbows like leprechauns
The world be one big Blarney stone

Why the are the English there anyway?
As they kill with God on side
Blame it all on the and the IRA
As the commit genocide
Aye,

If you had the of the Irish
You'd be sorry and wish you dead
You have the luck of the Irish
Wish, you'd wish you was English
Yes, you'd wish you was English