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

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