Luyện nghe bài hát Mic Ryan's Lament

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

And I swear I did not see the
When I rode 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
Brass was shining, a flowin
I swear if I had only
I'd have wished that I'd died back at

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

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

But we'd a better life somehow
In the where no man has to bow
It seemed right then and it seems now
That he died 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 that holy
For I into something I hated

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

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