Luyện nghe bài hát Mic Ryan's Lament

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

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

And the they played the Garryowen
Brass was shining, flags a
I if I had only known
I'd have that I'd died back at Vicksburg

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

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

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

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

And I'm by the Garryowen
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 if I had only known, I'd lie with
my brother at