Luyện nghe bài hát Horse Soldier, Horse Soldier

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

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
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 frozen Mongol steppe while at his
I's a White Guard, I's a Red Guard, I's the Tsar's own horse guard
Romanov was murdered in the night

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

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

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

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

I knew my days were numbered when oer the trenches
More modern machinations de la
No for rapid fire or the steel birds of the sky
With a final rear guard I retreat
No match for 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 matter or victory, in battle it occurs to me
That we may see a swelling in our

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