Luyện nghe bài hát John Riley

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

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

Now they down Texas way to the banks of the Rio Grande
They built a fort on the banks to taunt old Santa Anna
They were bad and paid worse, and then the fighting started
And the more they fought the less they 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 some get 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 cast their lot, right or not, south of the Rio Grande

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

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

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

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 get drunk on glory

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