Luyện nghe bài hát Mic Ryan's Lament

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

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

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

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

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

But find a better life somehow
In the where no man has to bow
It seemed right and it seems right now
That he died for the union

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

And I'm by the Garryowen
a beating, bugles blowin'
I swear if I had only
I'd lie with my brother in

And the band they that Garryowen
was shin, flags a flowin'
I if I had only known, I'd lie with
my brother at