Luyện nghe bài hát Mic Ryan's Lament

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

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

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 at Vicksburg

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

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

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

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

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

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