Luyện nghe bài hát John Riley

John Riley from Galway town in the years of the Irish hunger
And he sailed away to America when the country was much
Now the place was and work was scarce
And all he was farming
So he his other Irish friends to a job in the US Army

Adventure and some 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 Anna
They were treated bad and paid worse, and the fighting started
And the more they fought the less they thought of the damned old US

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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