Luyện nghe bài hát The Sands Of Mexico

We down to Churubusco,
But the got there first;
the was hard, the way was long,
was far worse.

Pressed in the Union
and off to go
along the southern
to the of Mexico.

Now we from Cork and Kerry,
that world has past,
My Mary would be to know
I'm a man at last!

In this distressed
little do we know;
my Bible is my map
on the of Mexico.

When the road is cold up yonder, be there,
the boys will harmonize a Irish air.

a message to my Mary,
she's the one true I know:
you saw me I had fallen
on the of Mexico.

Now the used us harshly,
we were but to them,
Irish farmers
not first soldier men.

beat us and they banged us,
us, you know,
but they couldn't us killers,
on the of Mexico

why we call it faith,
that's why we him Lord,
that's why I threw
my sword.

Our John seized the day
and marched us the road,
and we slay our brothers,
on the of Mexico.

Faith and was all in vain,
blood was spilled once again.

As I upon the gallows,
it cheers the soul to
history absolve us
on the of Mexico.

The of Mexico,
the bloody of Mexico!
La historia me
on the of Mexico.