Luyện nghe bài hát Done With Bonaparte

We've paid in since Moscow burned
As tear us piece by piece
Our dead are strewn a hundred
Though death be a sweet release

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

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

What dreams he made for us to
Spanish skies, Egyptian
The world was ours, we marched
Our little command

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

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

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

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

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