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

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