Luyện nghe bài hát The Luck of The Irish

Ok, one, two, three, one two,

If you had the of the irish,
be sorry and wish you were dead.
You have the luck of the irish,
And you'd you was english instead.

A thousand of torture and hunger,
Drove the people away their land.
A land full of beauty and
Was raped by the brigands!
Goddamned!
Goddamned!

If you could voices like flowers,
There's be shamrock all the world.
If you could dreams like irish streams,
Then the would be as high as the mountain of morn.

In the they told us the story
How the divided the land.
Of the and the death and the glory
And the of auld eireland.

If we could make chains with the dew,
The would be like galway bay.
Let's walk over rainbows leprechauns,
The world would be one big stone.

Why the hell are the there anyway?
As they with God on their side!
Blame it all on the and the i.r.a.
As the bastards genocide!
Aye! aye!
Genocide!

Okay!

You should the luck of the irish,
You'd be and wish you were dead.
You have the luck of the irish,
And you'd wish you was instead.

One time!

You should have the of the irish,
You'd be sorry and you were dead.
You should have the of the irish,
And wish you was english instead,
Hey, yes, you'd wish you were instead.

- "thank you!"