Luyện nghe bài hát Done With Bonaparte

We've paid in hell Moscow burned
As cossacks tear us by piece
Our dead are strewn a leagues
death would be a sweet release

And our grand army is dressed in
A frozen starving beggar
rats we steal each other's scraps
Fall to fighting hand to

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

What dreams he made for us to
Spanish skies, Egyptian
The world was ours, we upon
Our Corporal's command

And I lost an eye at
The sabre slash yet me pain
My one true love awaits me
The of the Aquitaine

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

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

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

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