🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: There Were Roses - Cara Dillon

 My song for  this evening
  not to make you sad
 Nor for adding to the 
 Of our  northern land
 But  I've been thinking
 And it just  leave my mind
 I'll tell  of two friends one time
  were both good friends of mine
 
 Isaac Scott from Bealagh  lived just across the field,
 A great man  the music and the dancing and the reels.
 O' Malley came from South  to court young alice fair,
 And we'd often meet on the ryan road, and laughter filled  air
 
 Isaac  was Protestant
 And Sean was Catholic 
 But it never made  difference
 For the  it was strong
 And sometimes  the evening
 When  heard the sound of drums
 We said  wont divide us
 We will  be as one
 
 
  the ground our fathers ploughed in, the soil it is the same,
 And the places where  say our prayers have just got different names,
  talked about the friends who died , we hoped there'd be no more,
 It's little then we realised the  in store.
 
 There  roses, roses
  were roses
 And the tears of the  ran together
 It was  a Sunday morning
  the awful news came round
 Another killing  been done
  outside Newry Town
 We knew  Isaac danced up there
 We knew  liked the band
 But when we  that he was dead
 We just could  understand
 
 We gathered at the graveside on a cold  rainy day,
 The minister he closed his eyes and  no revenge he prayed
 And those of us who  him from along the ryan road,
 bowed our heads and said a prayer for the rescue  his soul
  were roses.....
  có những bông hồng
 
 now fear  filled the countryside
 There was  in every home
 When late  night a car came
 Prowling round the  Road
 A  would be killed tonight
 To even up the 
 Oh Christ, it's  MacDonald
 They have taken from  door
 
  was my friend he cried
 he begged them with his 
  centuries of hatred
 have ears that  not hear
 an eye for  eye
 it was all that filled thier 
 but another eye for another 
 till  is blind
 
 There  roses...
  từng có hoa hồng...
 
 So my song  you this evening its not to make you sad,
 not for adding to the sorrows  this troubled northern land,
 but  i've been thinking and it just won't leave my mind
 I'll tell you of two friends  time who were both good friends of mine
 
 Now  don't know where the moral is
 Or where  song should end
  I wonder just how many wars
  fought between good friends
 And those who give the 
 Are  the ones to die
 It's Scott and  MacDonald
 And the likes of  and I
 
 There were  roses
  were roses
 And the  of the people ran together