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 country was younger
Now the place was strange and was scarce
And all he was farming
So he followed his other Irish friends to a job in the US

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

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

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

Now when the bells rang on Sunday morn, it set his soul a shiver
He saw the Senoritas washing their on the far side of the river
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 drunk on demon rum and some get on glory

How they fought bravely under the of the San Patricios
Till the Yankees soldiers them down at the battle of Churubusco
Then fifteen men were whipped like
On the cheeks they hot iron 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 demon rum and some get drunk on

Now John Riley stands and drinks alone at a bar in Vera
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 and divided loyalty"

Adventure 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 sad story
How some get drunk on demon rum and some get on glory