Luyện nghe bài hát Ben Mcculloch

We signed up in San Antone, my brother and me
To fight with Ben McCulloch and the infantry
Well the said we'd 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 general I knew he was a man
He was every inch a soldier, every word was his
Well his were cold as the lead and steel forged into tools of war
He the lives of many and the souls of many more

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

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

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 infantry

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

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

you Ben McCulloch
I hate you more any other man alive
And when you die be a foot soldier just like me
In the infantry