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

 My  for you this evening
 It's not to make you 
  for adding to the sorrows
  our troubled northern land
  lately I've been thinking
 And  just wont leave my mind
 I'll tell  of two friends one time
 Who were both good  of mine
 
  Scott from Bealagh he lived just across the field,
 A great man  the music and the dancing and the reels.
 O' Malley came from South Armagh to court young alice 
  we'd often meet on the ryan road, and laughter filled the air
 
 Isaac  was Protestant
 And Sean was  born
  it never made a difference
  the friendship it was strong
 And sometimes in  evening
 When we heard the sound  drums
 We said  wont divide us
 We  always be as one
 
 
 For the ground our fathers ploughed in, the soil it is the 
 And the places where we say our prayers have just got different 
  talked about the friends who died , we hoped there'd be no more,
 It's  then we realised the tragedy in store.
 
 There were roses, 
  were roses
  the tears of the people ran together
 It was on  Sunday morning
 When  awful news came round
  killing had been done
  outside Newry Town
 We knew that Isaac danced  there
 We knew he liked  band
 But when we heard  he was dead
 We just could  understand
 
 We gathered at the graveside on a cold and  day,
 The minister he closed his eyes and  no revenge he prayed
 And those of us who knew him from  the ryan road,
 bowed our heads and said  prayer for the rescue of his soul
  were roses.....
 Đã  những bông hồng
 
 now fear it  the countryside
 There was fear  every home
 When late at  a car came
  round the Ryan Road
 A Catholic  be killed tonight
 To even  the score
 Oh  it's young MacDonald
 They have taken from  door
 
 issac was  friend he cried
 he begged  with his tears
  centuries of hatred
  ears that do not hear
 an eye for  eye
 it was all  filled thier minds
 but another eye for another 
 till everyone  blind
 
 There  roses...
 Đã từng  hoa hồng...
 
 So my song for you this evening its not to make  sad,
 not for adding to the sorrows of this  northern land,
 but  i've been thinking and it just won't leave my mind
 I'll tell you of two friends one time  were both good friends of mine
 
 Now I don't know where the moral 
 Or where this song should 
  I wonder just how many wars
 Are fought between good 
  those who give the orders
 Are not  ones to die
 It's Scott  young MacDonald
 And  likes of you and I
 
 There were roses, 
  were roses
  the tears of the people ran together