Luyện nghe bài hát Done With Bonaparte

We've paid in hell since burned
As cossacks tear us piece by
Our are strewn a hundred leagues
Though death would be a release

And our grand is dressed in rags
A frozen beggar band
Like rats we each other's scraps
Fall to hand to hand

Save my soul from evil,
And heal this soldier's
I'll trust in to keep me, Lord
I'm done Bonaparte

dreams he made for us to dream
Spanish skies, sands
The was ours, we marched upon
Our little Corporal's

And I lost an eye at
The sabre yet gives me pain
My one true awaits me still
The flower of the

Save my from evil, Lord
And this soldier's heart
trust in Thee to keep me, Lord
I'm with Bonaparte

Well, I pray for her who for me
A safe to my belle France
We prayed these would end all wars
In war we is no romance

And I our child will never see
A Corporal again
Point toward a shore
the hearts of men

Save my soul from evil,
And heal this heart
trust in Thee to keep me, Lord
I'm done Bonaparte