Luyện nghe bài hát Mic Ryan's Lament

Well my is Mick Ryan, I'm lyin still
In a lonely spot near I was killed
By a red man defending his land
In the place that they call Little Big

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

And the band they the Garryowen
Brass was shining, 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 lads who had learned how to hate
But we loved the of Amerikay

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

But we'd a better life 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 Michael he got turned around
He had stolen the that he thought he'd found
Now I never see that holy ground
For I turned into something I

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

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