Luyện nghe bài hát Mick Ryan's Lament

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

And I swear I did not see the
When I rode with the Seventh
I thought that we fought for the of the free
When we rode from Fort Lincoln that

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

For my brother and me, we had barely
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 who fought and bled
In their bloody coats of red
The sun never on the bloody dead
Of who have chosen an empire

But we'd find a life somehow
In the where 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 that he thought he'd found
Now I never will see that ground
For I turned into something I

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

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