Luyện nghe bài hát Ben Mcculloch

We signed up in San Antone, my brother and me
To fight with Ben McCulloch and the infantry
Well the 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 laid eyes on the general I he was a fightin' man
He was every inch a soldier, every was his command
Well his were cold as the lead and steel forged into tools of war
He took the of many and the souls of many more

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

Well they told us that our enemy would all be dressed in
they forgot about the winter's cold and the cursed 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 more any other man alive
And when you die you'll be a foot soldier like me
In the Devil's

And on the way to Fayetteville we cursed McCulloch's
And mourned the dead that we'd left 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 never owned a slave
So I snuck out of camp and then I the news next night
The Yankees won the battle and McCulloch lost his life,

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