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

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