Luyện nghe bài hát Ben Mcculloch

We signed up in San Antone, my Paul and me
To fight with Ben McCulloch and the infantry
Well the poster said 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 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 steel forged tools of war
He took the lives of and the souls of many more

Well they marched us to Missouri and we stopped for rest
he made this 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 they us that our enemy would all be dressed in blue
Well they forgot about the cold and the cursed fever too
My brother died at Creek and Lord I seen him fall
We fell back to the Boston Mountains in the of Arkansas

you Ben McCulloch
I hate you more 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 Fayetteville we cursed McCulloch's
And mourned the dead that we'd behind and we was carrying the lame
I killed a boy the other night never even shaved

I don't even what I'm fightin' for, I ain't never owned a slave
So I snuck out of camp and then I the news next night
The Yankees won the battle and lost his life, yeah

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