Luyện nghe bài hát Ben Mcculloch

We up in San Antone, my brother Paul and me
To fight Ben McCulloch and the Texas infantry
the poster said we'd get a uniform and seven bucks a week
The best rations in the army and a 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 of many more

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

Well they us that our enemy would all be dressed in blue
Well forgot about the winter's cold and the cursed fever too
My brother died at 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 man alive
And when you die be a foot soldier just like me
In the infantry

And on the way to we cursed McCulloch's name
And the dead that we'd left behind and we was carrying the lame
I killed a boy the other night who'd even shaved

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

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