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

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