Luyện nghe bài hát John Riley

John Riley from Galway town in the years of the Irish 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 Irish friends to a job in the US

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

Now marched down Texas way to the banks of the Rio Grande
They a fort on the banks above to taunt old Santa Anna
They were treated bad and worse, and then the fighting 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 some get 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 Riley and two hundred more Irish
And they cast their lot, right or not, of the Rio Grande

Adventure calls and some men run, and this is 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 Yankees soldiers beat them down at the battle of
Then men were whipped like mules
On the cheeks they were hot iron
Made to dig the graves of more, who a hanging fate had handed

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

Now John Riley stands and 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 go home, I'm a vagabond", says he
"I'm a victim of some and divided loyalty"

calls 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 their sad
How some get drunk on rum and some get drunk on glory