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

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