Luyện nghe bài hát Mick Ryan's Lament

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

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

And the band they the Garryowen
was shining, flags a flowin
I if I had only known
I'd have wished that I'd back at Vicksburg

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

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

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

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

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

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