Luyện nghe bài hát Mick Ryan's Lament

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

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

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

For my and me, we had barely escaped
From the hell that was in forty eight
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 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 where no man has to bow
It right then and it seems right now
Paddy 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 that ground
For I turned into I hated

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

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