Luyện nghe bài hát The Luck of The Irish

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

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

If you could keep like flowers,
There's be all over the world.
If you drink dreams like irish streams,
Then the world be as high as the mountain of morn.

In the 'pool told us the story
How the english the land.
Of the pain and the and the glory
And the of auld eireland.

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

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

Okay!

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

One time!

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

- "thank you!"