Luyện nghe bài hát Mic Ryan's Lament

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

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

And the band they played the
Brass was shining, a flowin
I if I had only known
I'd have wished that I'd back at Vicksburg

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

And we cursed our cousins who and bled
In bloody coats of bloody red
The sun never on the bloody dead
Of those who chosen an empire

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

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

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

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