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 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 Custer and the 7th in 76 or 77
Scalped at Little Big Horn by the
And the tears and devistation of a once warrior nation
This I know cause I was riding with too

I drank mare's blood on the run when I rode the Great Khan
On the Mongol steppe while 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 Salah al-Din and rode his swift Arabians
Harassing doomed crusaders on their heavy
And yet I the Percheron against the circling Saracen
And once against myself was cast

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

I's the firstest with the mostest when I 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 light

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

I knew my were numbered when oer the trenches lumbered
More modern de la guerre
No for rapid fire or the steel birds of the sky
With a final rear guard action I
No for barbered wire or the armoured engines' whine
Reluctant I retire and take my

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

Is the Aussies 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 down
And the sack of York and sons of Yanks