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

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