John Lennon The Luck Of The Irish (live) Lyrics

The Luck Of The Irish (live) Lyrics

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!!