Luyện nghe bài hát John Riley

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

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

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

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

Now when the church bells rang on morn, it set his soul a shiver
He saw the Senoritas washing hair on the far side of the river
Then John and two hundred more Irish 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 some get drunk on demon rum and get drunk on glory

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

Adventure calls and some men run, and this is sad story
How some get 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 of some wanderlust and divided loyalty"

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

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