Luyện nghe bài hát Mick Ryan's Lament

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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