Luyện nghe bài hát Ben Mcculloch

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

When I first laid eyes on the general I he was a fightin' man
He was every inch a soldier, word was his command
his eyes were cold as the lead and steel forged into tools 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 this speech and said, "We're to the test"
Well we've got to take Saint Louie before the Yankees Do
If we control the then the Federals 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 seen him
We fell back to the Mountains in the North of Arkansas

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

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

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

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