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

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

I drank mare's blood on the run when I 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 palace guard
When was murdered in the night

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

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

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

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

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

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

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