Luyện nghe bài hát Ben Mcculloch

We up in San Antone, my brother Paul and me
To fight with Ben McCulloch and the infantry
Well the poster said get a uniform and seven bucks a week
The best in the army and a rifle we could keep

When I first laid eyes on the general I knew he was a man
He was every a soldier, every word was his command
Well his eyes were cold as the lead and forged into tools of war
He took the of many and the souls of many more

they marched us to Missouri and we hardly stopped for rest
Then he made this and said, "We're comin' to the test"
Well we've got to take Saint Louie before the Yankees Do
If we the Mississippi then the Federals are through

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

you Ben McCulloch
I you more than any other man alive
And when you die you'll be a foot just like me
In the Devil's

And on the way to Fayetteville we cursed McCulloch's
And mourned the dead that we'd left behind and we was 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 next
The Yankees won the battle and McCulloch his life, yeah

Goddamn you Ben
I hate you more any other man alive
And you die you'll be a foot soldier just like me
In the Devil's