Luyện nghe bài hát Ben Mcculloch

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

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

Well marched us to Missouri and we hardly stopped for rest
he made this speech and said, "We're comin' to the test"
Well got to take Saint 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
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 Boston Mountains in the of Arkansas

Goddamn you Ben
I hate you more than any other man
And you die you'll be a foot soldier 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 even know what I'm fightin' for, I ain't never owned a
So I snuck out of camp and then I heard the next night
The Yankees won the and McCulloch lost his life, yeah

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