Luyện nghe bài hát John Riley

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Adventure calls and 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 alone at a bar in Cruz
And he if it matters much if you win or if you lose
"Well, I'm a man who can't go home, I'm a vagabond", he
"I'm a victim of wanderlust and divided loyalty"

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

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