Luyện nghe bài hát Ben McCulloch

We signed up in San Antone my brother and me
To fight Ben McCulloch and the Texas infantry
Well the said we'd get a uniform and seven bucks a week
The best rations in the 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 every word was his command
his eyes were cold as the lead 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 this speech and said we're comin' to the test
Well we've got to take Saint Louie before the yankees do
If we control the Mississippi then the are through

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

Goddamn you Ben
I hate you than any other man alive
And when you die you'll be a foot just like me
In the infantry

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 night who'd never even shaved
I don't know what I'm fightin' for I ain't never owned a slave

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