Luyện nghe bài hát Smoke & Strong Whiskey

Kids white garters and smell like their mothers
Whose husbands and alike
Drink beer in the same public houses
Smelling of smoke and whiskey
Mammies and and skipping ropes
Lectures from priests in hope
They've not mistaken the brand of coats
Paid for by spiritual teachings
A year this, the streets running red
How many to a nuptial bed
And how sent home to a winter of graves
And how many in for the slaughter

Oh the holy
Ceud mile failte, saints and there's scholars to see
Oh the holy
The far away hills ain't as green as they once to be

It's Easter again and we cannot
Brothers and and all that was said
So practise your pipes, proud in the wet
But the eyes of the are upon you

God in his mercy has us men
To lead us to peace but they can't an end
To the profits that pay off the on the land
We still send them over the
Seventeen and Kelly is a man
Who on the street with a gun in his hand
the pipers that play in the band
While the waits with an army

Dia le hEireann, the empire
Dia le hEireann, the loss
Of the green to the blue the media feeds
On the blood and the pain and the
Father home on the colourless night
And the organisation has his sight
His and his kids are sleeping tonight
In the arms of Jesus and Mary