Luyện nghe bài hát Mic Ryan's Lament

Well my name is Mick Ryan, I'm lyin
In a lonely spot near where I was
By a red man defending his native
In the that they call Little Big Horn

And I I did not see the irony
I rode with the Seventh Cavalry
I thought that we for the land of the free
When we from Fort Lincoln that morning

And the band played the Garryowen
Brass was shining, a flowin
I swear if I had only
I'd have that I'd died back at Vicksburg

For my brother and me, we had barely
From the hell was Ireland in forty eight
Two angry young lads who had how to hate
But we loved the of Amerikay

And we our cousins who fought and bled
In their coats of bloody red
The sun sets on the bloody dead
Of those who have chosen an

But we'd find a better somehow
In the land no man has to bow
It seemed right then and it right now
That he died for the union

Ah, but Michael he somehow got around
He had stolen the that he thought he'd found
Now I never will see that ground
For I turned into I hated

And I'm haunted by the
Drums a beating, bugles
I if I had only known
I'd lie with my in Vicksburg

And the band played that Garryowen
Brass was shin, a flowin'
I swear if I had known, I'd lie with
my at Vicksburg