Luyện nghe bài hát Blue Eyed Boston Boy

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He was a blue eyed Boston boy
His voice was low with
I'll do your comrade mine
If I back again
But if you ride on and I should
You'll do as for me
Mother at home is awaiting the
So her tenderly

She is waiting at home like a patient
Her fond face pale woe
Her heart will be broken I am dead
I'll see her face no
then the order came to charge
For a moment hand touched
The answered "aye" and away they
That brave and band

Straight way was the to the top of the hill
The rebels they with shot and shell
Ploughed of death through the toiling ranks
And guarded as the fell
There soon came a horrible dying
the heights they could not gain
And those doom and death had spared
Rose slowly again

But the dead at the top of the hill
Was the boy with the golden
And the tall dark man that by his side
Lay still him there
There was no one to write to his blue girl
The words that her lover had
And at home is awaiting her son
She'll only he's dead
While mother at home is her son