Luyện nghe bài hát Ben McCulloch

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

Well they us to Missouri and we hardly stopped for rest
Then he made this speech and said we're comin' to the
Well we've got to take Saint Louie before the yankees do
If we control the Mississippi the Federals are through

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

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

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

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