Luyện nghe bài hát Horse Soldier, Horse Soldier

I'm a hussar, I'm a Hun, I'm a Englishman
Bonaparte at Waterloo
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, and through

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

I drank mare's on the run when I rode with 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 horse guard
When Romanov was murdered in the

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

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

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

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

Today I ride 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 swelling in our

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