Luyện nghe bài hát Ben McCulloch

We signed up in San Antone my brother and me
To fight with Ben McCulloch and the infantry
the poster said we'd get a uniform and seven bucks a week
The rations 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 word was his command
Well his eyes were as the lead and steel forged into tools of war
He took the lives of many and the of many more

Well they marched us to and we hardly stopped for rest
Then he made this speech and said comin' to the test
Well we've got to Saint Louie boys before the yankees do
If we control the Mississippi then the Federals are

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

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

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

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