Luyện nghe bài hát Ben McCulloch

We signed up in San Antone my brother and me
To fight with Ben McCulloch and the Texas
Well the poster said we'd get a uniform and seven a week
The best in the army and a rifle we could keep
When I first eyes on the general I knew he was a fightin' man
He was every inch a soldier every was his command
Well his eyes cold as the lead and steel forged into tools of war
He took the of many and the souls of many more

Well they marched us to Missouri and we hardly for rest
Then he made this speech and said we're to the test
Well we've got to take Saint boys before the yankees do
If we control the then the Federals are through

Well they told us our enemy would all be dressed in blue
They about the winter's cold and the cursed fever too
My brother died at Wilson's and Lord I seen him fall
We fell back to the Boston Mountains in the North of

Goddamn you Ben
I hate you more any other man alive
And when you die you'll be a foot soldier like me
In the devil's

And on the way to Fayetteville we cursed McCulloch`s
And mourned the dead we'd left behind and we was carrying the lame
I killed a boy the other night who'd never even
I don't even what I'm fightin' for I ain't never owned a slave

So I snuck out of camp and I heard the news next night
The Yankees won the battle and McCulloch his life