Luyện nghe bài hát Blue Eyed Boston Boy

(Trad.)

He was just a eyed Boston boy
His was low with pain
I'll do your bidding mine
If I ride again
But if you on and I should fall
do as much for me
Mother at is awaiting the news
So write her

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

way was the course to the top of the hill
The rebels they with shot and shell
Ploughed furrows of death through the toiling
And guarded them as the
There soon came a dying sound
From the heights they could not
And those that doom and had spared
Rose back again

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