Luyện nghe bài hát Mic Ryan's Lament

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

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

And the band they played the
Brass was shining, a flowin
I swear if I had known
I'd have wished that I'd died at Vicksburg

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

And we cursed our cousins who and bled
In their coats of bloody red
The sun never on the bloody dead
Of those who have an empire

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

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

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

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