Luyện nghe bài hát Ben Mcculloch

We signed up in San Antone, my brother and me
To fight with Ben McCulloch and the Texas
Well the poster said we'd get a and seven bucks a week
The best in the army and a rifle we could keep

When I laid eyes on the general I knew he was a fightin' man
He was every inch a soldier, word was his command
Well his eyes were cold as the lead and steel forged into of war
He took the lives of many and the souls of more

Well they marched us to Missouri and we hardly for rest
Then he made speech and said, "We're comin' to the test"
Well we've got to take Saint Louie boys before the Do
If we control the Mississippi then the are through

Well they told us that our enemy would all be dressed in
Well they forgot about the winter's and the cursed fever too
My brother died at Wilson's Creek and Lord I him fall
We fell back to the Boston in the North of Arkansas

Goddamn you Ben
I hate you more than any man alive
And when you die you'll be a soldier just like me
In the Devil's

And on the way to Fayetteville we cursed McCulloch's
And mourned the dead that left behind and we was carrying the lame
I killed a boy the other night who'd never shaved

I don't know what I'm fightin' for, I ain't never owned a slave
So I snuck out of camp and then I heard the news next
The won the battle and McCulloch lost his life, yeah

you Ben McCulloch
I hate you more any other man alive
And you die you'll be a foot soldier just like me
In the infantry