Luyện nghe bài hát Horse Soldier, Horse Soldier

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 alles
terror into regiment afoot

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

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

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