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

  song for you this evening
  not to make you sad
  for adding to the sorrows
 Of our troubled northern 
 But lately I've  thinking
 And it  wont leave my mind
 I'll tell you of  friends one time
 Who were both good  of mine
 
 Isaac Scott from Bealagh he lived  across the field,
 A great man for the  and the dancing and the reels.
 O' Malley came from South Armagh to court young  fair,
 And  often meet on the ryan road, and laughter filled the air
 
 Isaac he was 
  Sean was Catholic born
 But it never made  difference
 For the friendship it was 
 And sometimes in the 
 When  heard the sound of drums
 We said it  divide us
 We will always be  one
 
 
  the ground our fathers ploughed in, the soil it is the same,
 And  places where we say our prayers have just got different names,
 We talked about the friends who  , we hoped there'd be no more,
  little then we realised the tragedy in store.
 
 There were  roses
  were roses
 And the  of the people ran together
 It  on a Sunday morning
 When the awful  came round
 Another killing  been done
 Just outside  Town
 We  that Isaac danced up there
 We knew he  the band
 But when we heard  he was dead
 We just  not understand
 
 We gathered at the graveside  a cold and rainy day,
 The minister he closed his eyes and for no  he prayed
 And those of us who knew him from along  ryan road,
 bowed our heads and  a prayer for the rescue of his soul
 There were 
 Đã  những bông hồng
 
  fear it filled the countryside
 There  fear in every home
 When late at night a car 
  round the Ryan Road
  Catholic would be killed tonight
 To even up  score
 Oh  it's young MacDonald
 They have taken  the door
 
 issac was  friend he cried
  begged them with his tears
 buh centuries of 
 have ears that do not 
  eye for an eye
 it was all that  thier minds
 but another eye  another eye
 till everyone  blind
 
 There were 
 Đã từng có  hồng...
 
 So my song for you  evening its not to make you sad,
 not for adding to the sorrows  this troubled northern land,
 but lately i've been thinking and it just won't leave my 
 I'll tell you of two friends one time who were both good friends  mine
 
 Now I  know where the moral is
 Or where this song  end
 But I  just how many wars
 Are fought between good 
 And those who give  orders
 Are not the  to die
 It's Scott  young MacDonald
  the likes of you and I
 
  were roses, roses
  were roses
 And the tears of the  ran together