Luyện nghe bài hát Ourland

Ourland is my
Her history is me
From the shoes of land
To across the sea
Well I fancy a inside my head
for the men
And Il put it in a cafe
And blow m to again
An I a pistol in my coat
for the kill
And wel gun the ones who run
I by god we will

An I a knife inside my pants
Bone handled sharp
An wel run ones survive the blast
And cut in the dark
An I fancy my behind the wheel
An their aaying down
And wel punch the gas and run it
An grind them in the

An I fancy widows under me
Squealin with
So have our fun then when wee done
We'll garrote in the night
An we their children a crying then
But we pat their heads
And sing them to sleep with a song
burn them in their beds
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