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

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