Luyện nghe bài hát Mick Ryan's Lament

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

And I swear I did not see the
When I with the Seventh Cavalry
I that we fought for the land of the free
When we rode from Fort Lincoln 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
the hell that was Ireland in forty eight
Two angry young who had learned how to hate
But we loved the idea of

And we cursed our who fought and bled
In their coats of bloody red
The sun never on the bloody dead
Of those who have an empire

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

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

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

And the they played that Garryowen
was shin, flags a flowin'
I swear if I had only known, I'd lie
my at Vicksburg