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

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

I drank mare's blood on the run when I with the Great Khan
On the frozen Mongol while at his height
I's a White Guard, I's a Red Guard, I's the own palace horse guard
When Romanov was in the night

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

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

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

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

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

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