Luyện nghe bài hát Mick Ryan's Lament

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

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

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

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

And we cursed our who fought and bled
In their bloody of bloody red
The sun sets on the bloody dead
Of those who chosen an empire

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

Ah, but Michael he somehow got turned
He had stolen the dream that he thought found
Now I never will see that holy
For I turned into I hated

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

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