Luyện nghe bài hát Mic Ryan's Lament

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

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

And the band played the Garryowen
was shining, flags a flowin
I swear if I had known
I'd have wished that I'd back at Vicksburg

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

And we our cousins who fought and bled
In their coats of bloody red
The sun sets on the bloody dead
Of those who have chosen an

But we'd a better life somehow
In the where no man has to bow
It seemed right and it seems right now
Paddy he died for the union

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

And I'm haunted by the
a beating, bugles blowin'
I swear if I had known
I'd lie with my in Vicksburg

And the band they played Garryowen
Brass was shin, a flowin'
I swear if I had known, I'd lie with
my brother at