Luyện nghe bài hát John Riley

John Riley came Galway town in the years of the Irish hunger
And he sailed away to America when the country was much
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

calls 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 banks of the Rio
built a fort on the banks above to taunt old Santa Anna
They treated bad and paid worse, and then 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 on demon rum and some get drunk on glory

Now when the church bells 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 hundred more mercenaries
And they cast their lot, right or not, south of the Rio

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

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

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

Now John Riley and drinks alone at a bar in Vera Cruz
And he wonders if it 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 some and divided loyalty"

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

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