Luyện nghe bài hát Mic Ryan's Lament

Well my name is Mick Ryan, I'm still
In a spot near where I was killed
By a red man defending his native
In the place that call Little Big Horn

And I swear I did not see the
When I rode with the Seventh
I thought that we fought for the of the free
When we from Fort Lincoln that morning

And the band played the Garryowen
Brass was shining, a flowin
I if I had only known
I'd have wished that I'd died back at

For my brother and me, we had escaped
From the that was Ireland in forty eight
Two young lads who had learned how to hate
But we loved the of Amerikay

And we our cousins who fought and bled
In their bloody of bloody red
The sun never sets on the dead
Of those who chosen an empire

But we'd find a better somehow
In the land no man has to bow
It seemed right then and it seems now
That Paddy he for the union

Ah, but he somehow got turned around
He had the dream that he thought he'd found
Now I never will see holy ground
For I into something I hated

And I'm by the Garryowen
Drums a beating, blowin'
I swear if I had only
I'd lie with my brother in

And the they played that Garryowen
Brass was shin, flags a
I swear if I had only known, I'd lie
my at Vicksburg