The Luck Of The Irish 歌词

If you have the luck of The irish You'd be sorry and wish you Were dead You shold have the luck of The irish And you'd wish you was English instead! A thousand years of torture And hunger Drove the people away from Their land A land full of beutty and wonder Was raped by the British Brigands! Goddman! Goddman! If you could keep voices Like flowers There'd be aharmock all over The world If you could drink dreams Like the irish streams Then the world would be high As the mountain of morn In the Pool they told us The story How the English divided The land Of the pain, the death and The glory And the poets of auld Eireland If we could make chains with The morning dew The world would be like Galeway Bay Let's walk over rainbows Like leprechauns The world would beone big Blarney stone Why the hell are the English There anyway? As they kill with God on Their side! Blame it all on the kids and The IRA! As the bastards commit genocide Aye! Aye! Genocide! If you had the luck of The irish You should have the luck of The irish You'd be sorry and wish you Were dead And you's wish you were English instead! Yes you'd wish you was English instead!!