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

 My song  you this evening
 It's  to make you sad
 Nor for adding to the 
 Of our troubled northern 
 But lately  been thinking
 And it just wont leave  mind
 I'll tell  of two friends one time
  were both good friends of mine
 
 Isaac Scott from  he lived just across the field,
 A great man for the music and  dancing and the reels.
 O' Malley came from South Armagh to court  alice fair,
 And we'd often meet on  ryan road, and laughter filled the air
 
 Isaac he was 
 And Sean was Catholic 
 But it  made a difference
 For the friendship it  strong
 And  in the evening
 When we heard  sound of drums
  said it wont divide us
 We will always be  one
 
 
 For the ground our fathers ploughed in, the soil it  the same,
 And the places where we say our prayers have just got different 
 We talked  the friends who died , we hoped there'd be no more,
 It's little then we  the tragedy in store.
 
 There were roses, 
  were roses
 And the tears of the people ran 
 It was on a  morning
  the awful news came round
 Another killing  been done
 Just outside  Town
 We  that Isaac danced up there
 We knew he  the band
 But  we heard that he was dead
 We just could not 
 
  gathered at the graveside on a cold and rainy day,
  minister he closed his eyes and for no revenge he prayed
 And those of us who knew him from along  ryan road,
 bowed our heads and said a prayer for the rescue  his soul
 There were 
 Đã có những  hồng
 
 now fear it filled  countryside
 There was fear in  home
 When late at night  car came
 Prowling round the Ryan 
 A Catholic would  killed tonight
  even up the score
  Christ, it's young MacDonald
 They have taken from  door
 
 issac was my friend he 
 he begged them  his tears
 buh centuries of 
 have ears  do not hear
 an  for an eye
 it was all  filled thier minds
 but  eye for another eye
 till everyone  blind
 
 There were 
 Đã  có hoa hồng...
 
 So my song for you this evening its not to make  sad,
 not for adding to  sorrows of this troubled northern land,
 but lately i've been thinking and it just won't  my mind
  tell you of two friends one time who were both good friends of mine
 
 Now  don't know where the moral is
 Or where  song should end
 But I wonder just how  wars
 Are  between good friends
 And those  give the orders
 Are not the  to die
 It's Scott and  MacDonald
  the likes of you and I
 
 There were  roses
 There were 
 And the tears of the  ran together