Luyện nghe bài hát Ben McCulloch

We signed up in San Antone my brother and me
To with Ben McCulloch and the Texas infantry
Well the poster said get a uniform and seven bucks a week
The best rations in the army and a rifle we could
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 cold as the lead and forged into tools of war
He took the lives of and the souls of many more

Well marched us to Missouri and we hardly stopped for rest
Then he made 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 then the Federals are through

Well told us that our enemy would all be dressed in blue
They forgot about the winter's cold and the fever too
My brother died at Wilson's creek and I seen him fall
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 soldier just me
In the devil's

And on the way to we cursed McCulloch`s 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 know what I'm fightin' for I ain't never owned a slave

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