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

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