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

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