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

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