Luyện nghe bài hát Ben McCulloch

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

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

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

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

And on the way to Fayetteville we McCulloch`s 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 owned a slave

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