Luyện nghe bài hát Take Away

At 18 old

and i the farm

this men came in arms

they the house

they took our

brooke our plants

mi father

if you to live

fight them to men

so i their nose

and their ass

but my hands were confet

take away take

away take away my son (*3)

give a litle heart break a little soul (*2)

6 hungry

behind the

were not for me

to my mind

to find that all my

tree
At 24 I get on my horse and fought my
But at the fields they lay and in the back
At I did got free.

away...

a little...

Lalala lalala

away...

Now my bodie is dead and my spirit up
with other Saints
St. and I having fun
and drinking of beer.

there the irish farmers
are fighting for land

I I were there with my gun in my hand
for and to be free.

away...
oh don't
away...