Luyện nghe bài hát Done With Bonaparte

We've paid in hell since Moscow
As cossacks us piece by piece
Our dead are a hundred leagues
Though death would be a sweet

And our army is dressed in rags
A starving beggar band
Like we steal each other's scraps
Fall to fighting hand to

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

What dreams he for us to dream
Spanish skies, Egyptian
The world was ours, we marched
Our little Corporal's

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

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

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

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

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