Luyện nghe bài hát My Rose Marie (A Soldier's Tale)

Well, now, I'm out here under tonight
I wear the and chain
Joined up to fight the Yankee
Oh, we got cold and hungry
Then they marched us the rain
And I was thinkin' 'bout you then, my Rose
Oh, the cannonballs, the
The bloody cry
Oh, there's nothin' but these days of
And when those Yankees got me on the
I could the bullets fly
And I was thinkin' of you then, my Marie
Seems like a thousand past
Oh, since we rode that wheel
And there at the top
For all to see
But now outside is a firing squad
And now they're servin' me up my meal
And I was of you then
Oh, my Rose
Two walked me to that prison wall,
The preacher reads a
But your face is all of heaven I see
And as they tie that on
I see the sky and the air
And I'm thinkin' of you then, my Marie
Oh now I can hear the rifle cockin' back
And the shouted out
Oh, but I feel somethin' wrong here, now
Please, Lord, let it be
Oh, all us bombs exploding, shells are dropping here
From the to the south
And then a corporal cut the there on my wrists
And I was
I was thinkin' you then, my Rose Marie
I marched back with all the
had proudly wore the gray
Finally made it back here home to
But all they said was that you'd
And you had away
And I was thinkin' of you then, my Marie
Now years have passed, I'm still
No new one to
Still into flames of memory
I see wheels, and summers,
And a face in the fire
And I'm of you now, my Rose Marie
My Marie