Luyện nghe bài hát Mick Ryan's Lament

Well my is Mick Ryan, I'm lyin still
In a lonely near 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
I rode with the Seventh Cavalry
I thought we fought for the land of the free
When we from Fort Lincoln that morning

And the they played the Garryowen
Brass was shining, a flowin
I swear if I had only
I'd have wished that I'd died back at

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

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

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

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

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

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