Luyện nghe bài hát Mick Ryan's Lament

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

And the band played the Garryowen
Brass was shining, flags a
I if I had only known
I'd wished that I'd died back at Vicksburg

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

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

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

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

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

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