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 call Big Horn

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

And the band played the Garryowen
Brass was shining, a flowin
I swear if I had known
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 eight
Two angry lads who had learned how to hate
But we loved the of Amerikay

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

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

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

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

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