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

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