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

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