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

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