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 soldier, timeless, through and through
Im a horse soldier, eternal, through and

I's Custer and the 7th in 76 or 77
Scalped at Big Horn by the Sioux
And the tears and devistation of a proud warrior nation
This I know cause I was riding with 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 White Guard, I's a Red Guard, I's the own palace horse guard
When Romanov was murdered in the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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