Luyện nghe bài hát Horse Soldier, Horse Soldier

I'm a hussar, I'm a Hun, I'm a Englishman
Bonaparte at Waterloo
I'm a dragoon on a dun, I'm a on the run
I'm a soldier, timeless, through and through
Im a soldier, eternal, through and through

I's with and the 7th in 76 or 77
Scalped at Little Big Horn by the
And the tears and devistation of a once warrior nation
This I cause I was riding with them too

I drank mare's on the run when I rode with the Great Khan
On the frozen Mongol steppe while at his
I's a Guard, I's a Red Guard, I's the Tsar's own palace horse guard
When Romanov was murdered in the

I knew Salah al-Din and his swift Arabians
Harassing doomed crusaders on their drafts
And yet I rode the Percheron against the circling
And once again myself was cast

I've worn the Mounties crimson, if you're silent and you listen
You'll know it was with them that I stood
When Mayerthorpe, she cried, as her horsemen died
Gunned in scarlet, coldest blood

I's the firstest the mostest when I fought for Bedford Forrest
Suffered General Wilson's raid
Mine was not to reason why, was but to do or die
At Crimea the charging light brigade

On hire from or Sweden, be me Christian, be me heathen
The devil to the sabre I put
With a crack flanking maneuver, I'm an uhlan alles
Striking into regiment afoot

I knew my days were numbered oer the trenches lumbered
More machinations de la guerre
No match for rapid fire or the birds of the sky
With a final guard action I retreat
No match for barbered or the armoured engines' whine
I retire and take my leave

Today I ride with forces on those wily Afghan horses
Dostums Northern Alliance give their
No matter or victory, in battle it occurs to me
That we may see a swelling in our

Is with the at Beersheba took the wells so badly needed
And with the Polish lancers charging tanks
Saw Ross' mount shot down at Washingtown the night we burned the House down
And cursed the sack of and sons of Yanks