Luyện nghe bài hát Blue Eyed Boston Boy

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

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

Straight way was the course to the top of the
The rebels they shot shot and shell
Ploughed furrows of death through the toiling
And them as the fell
There soon a horrible dying sound
From the heights they not gain
And those doom and death had spared
Rose slowly again

But the dead at the top of the hill
Was the boy the golden hair
And the dark man that rode by his side
Lay still beside him
was no one to write to his blue eyed girl
The words that her had said
And mother at home is her son
She'll only find dead
mother at home is awaiting her son