Luyện nghe bài hát Mick Ryan's Lament

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

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

And the band they played the
was shining, flags a flowin
I swear if I had known
I'd have that I'd died back at Vicksburg

For my and me, we had barely escaped
the hell that was Ireland in forty eight
Two angry lads 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 chosen an empire

But we'd find a better life
In the where 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 the dream 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 in Vicksburg

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