Luyện nghe bài hát Ben Mcculloch

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

When I first eyes 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 forged tools of war
He took the lives of many and the souls of many

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

Well they told us that our would all be dressed in blue
they forgot about the winter's cold and the cursed fever too
My brother died at Wilson's and Lord I seen him fall
We fell to the Boston Mountains in the North of Arkansas

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

And on the way to Fayetteville we cursed McCulloch's
And mourned the dead we'd left behind and we was carrying the lame
I killed a boy the night who'd never even shaved

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

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