Luyện nghe bài hát John Riley

John Riley came from Galway in the years of the Irish hunger
And he sailed away to America when the country was younger
Now the place was and work was scarce
And all he knew was
So he followed his other friends to a job in the US Army

Adventure calls and men run, and this is their sad story
How some get drunk on demon rum and get drunk on glory

Now they down Texas way to the banks of the Rio Grande
They built a on the banks above to taunt old Santa Anna
They were treated bad and paid worse, and the fighting started
And the more they fought the less they thought of the damned old US

Adventure calls and some men run, and this is their sad
How some get drunk on demon rum and get drunk on glory

Now when the church rang on Sunday morn, it set his soul a shiver
He saw the washing their hair on the far side of the river
John Riley and two hundred more Irish mercenaries
And they cast their lot, or not, south of the Rio Grande

Adventure calls and some men run, and this is their sad
How get drunk on demon rum and some get drunk on glory

How they fought under the flag of the San Patricios
Till the Yankees soldiers beat them down at the of Churubusco
Then men were whipped like mules
On the cheeks they were hot iron
Made to dig the graves of fifty more, who a hanging had handed

Adventure calls and men run, and this is their sad story
How some get drunk on demon rum and some get drunk on

Now John Riley stands and drinks at a bar in Vera Cruz
And he wonders if it matters if you win or if you lose
"Well, I'm a man who can't go home, I'm a vagabond", he
"I'm a victim of some and divided loyalty"

Adventure calls and men run, and this is their sad story
How some get drunk on rum and some get drunk on glory

Adventure calls and some men run, and is their sad story
How get drunk on demon rum and some get drunk on glory