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

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