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 on a dun, I'm a Cossack on the run
I'm a horse soldier, timeless, and through
Im a soldier, eternal, through and through

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

I drank mare's blood on the run when I with the Great Khan
On the frozen steppe while at his height
I's a White Guard, I's a Red Guard, I's the Tsar's own palace horse
Romanov was murdered in the night

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

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

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

On hire from Swiss or Sweden, be me Christian, be me
The to the sabre I shall put
With a crack flanking maneuver, I'm an uhlan uber
terror into regiment afoot

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

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

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