Luyện nghe bài hát Horse Soldier, Horse Soldier

I'm a hussar, I'm a Hun, I'm a wretched
Bonaparte at Waterloo
I'm a dragoon on a dun, I'm a on the run
I'm a soldier, timeless, through 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 once warrior nation
This I cause I was riding with them too

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

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

Well I've worn the crimson, if you're silent 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 firstest with the mostest 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 charging brigade

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

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

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

Is the Aussies at Beersheba took the wells so badly needed
And with the Polish lancers 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