Luyện nghe bài hát Mick Ryan's Lament

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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