Luyện nghe bài hát Mic Ryan's Lament

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

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

And the band they 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 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 bloody
Of those who chosen an empire

But we'd find a better 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 he somehow got turned around
He had stolen the dream he thought he'd found
Now I never see that holy ground
For I turned into I hated

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

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