Luyện nghe bài hát Mick Ryan's Lament

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And the band they that Garryowen
Brass was shin, a flowin'
I swear if I had known, I'd lie with
my brother at