Luyện nghe bài hát Ben Mcculloch

We signed up in San Antone, my brother and me
To fight Ben McCulloch and the Texas infantry
Well the poster said we'd get a 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 he was a fightin' man
He was every inch a soldier, word was his command
Well his were cold as the lead and steel forged into 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
Then he made this and said, "We're comin' to the test"
Well we've got to take Saint boys before the Yankees Do
If we control the Mississippi then the Federals are

they told us that our enemy would all be dressed in blue
Well they 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 Boston Mountains in the of Arkansas

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

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

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 infantry