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 that they call Little Big

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

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

For my and me, we had barely escaped
From the hell that was 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 those who have chosen an

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

Ah, but Michael he somehow got turned
He had stolen the dream that he thought found
Now I will see that holy ground
For I turned into I hated

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

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