Luyện nghe bài hát John Riley

John Riley came from Galway town in the years of the hunger
And he sailed to America when the country was much younger
Now the place was 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 is their sad story
How some get on demon rum and some get drunk on glory

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

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

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

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

Now John Riley stands and alone at a bar in Vera Cruz
And he wonders if it matters 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 calls and some men run, and is their sad story
How some get on demon rum and some get drunk on glory

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