Luyện nghe bài hát Horse Soldier, Horse Soldier

I'm a hussar, I'm a Hun, I'm a wretched
Routing at Waterloo
I'm a on a dun, I'm a Cossack on the run
I'm a horse soldier, timeless, and through
Im a horse soldier, eternal, and through

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

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

I knew Salah and rode his swift Arabians
Harassing doomed crusaders on their heavy
And yet I the Percheron against the circling Saracen
And once again against myself was

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

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

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

I knew my days were when oer the trenches lumbered
modern machinations de la guerre
No match for rapid fire or the steel of the sky
With a final guard action I retreat
No for barbered wire or the armoured engines' whine
Reluctant I retire and my leave

Today I ride with special forces on wily Afghan horses
Dostums Alliance give their thanks
No defeat or victory, in battle it occurs to me
That we may see a in our ranks

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