Luyện nghe bài hát Mick Ryan's Lament

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

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

And the band they played the
was shining, flags a flowin
I swear if I had known
I'd have wished that I'd died at Vicksburg

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

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

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

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

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

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