Luyện nghe bài hát Ben McCulloch

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

Well they marched us to Missouri and we hardly stopped for
Then he made this speech and we're comin' to the test
we've got to take Saint Louie boys 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 about 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 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 infantry

And on the way to Fayetteville we cursed name
And mourned the that we'd left behind and we was carrying the lame
I killed a boy the other who'd 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 night
The won the battle and McCulloch lost his life