Luyện nghe bài hát Mick Ryan's Lament

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

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

And the band they played the
Brass was shining, a flowin
I swear if I had known
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 lads who had learned how to hate
But we the idea of Amerikay

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

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

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

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

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