Luyện nghe bài hát John Riley

John Riley came from Galway town in the years of the Irish
And he sailed to America when the country was much younger
Now the place was strange and was scarce
And all he knew was
So he followed his Irish friends to a job in the US Army

Adventure calls and men run, and this is their sad story
How some get drunk on rum and some get drunk on glory

Now they marched down Texas way to the of the Rio Grande
They built a fort on the banks above to taunt old Santa
They treated bad and paid worse, and then the fighting started
And the they fought the less they thought of the damned old US Army

calls and some men run, and this is their sad story
How some get drunk on demon rum and some get on glory

Now when the church bells rang on Sunday morn, it set his a shiver
He saw the Senoritas washing their hair on the far side of the
John Riley and two hundred more Irish mercenaries
And they cast lot, right or not, south of the Rio Grande

Adventure calls and some men run, and this is sad story
How some get on demon rum and some get drunk on glory

How they fought bravely under the flag of the San
Till the Yankees soldiers beat them down at the of Churubusco
Then fifteen men whipped like mules
On the cheeks they were hot iron
Made to dig the of fifty more, who a hanging fate had handed

calls and some men run, and this is their sad story
How some get drunk on demon rum and some get drunk on

Now John Riley stands and drinks at a bar in Vera Cruz
And he wonders if it matters much if you win or if you
"Well, I'm a man who go home, I'm a vagabond", says he
"I'm a victim of wanderlust and divided loyalty"

Adventure calls and some men run, and is their sad story
How some get on demon rum and some get drunk on glory

Adventure calls and men run, and this is their sad story
How some get on demon rum and some get drunk on glory