mercredi 5 novembre 2014

Aprenda inglés con nosotros


Oh, I'm a good old rebel,
Now that's just what I am,
And for this Yankee nation,
I do no give a damn.
I'm glad I fought against her,
I only wish we won.
I ain't asked any pardon for anything I've done.

I hates the Yankee nation and everything they do.
I hates the declaration of independence, too.
I hates the glorious union, 'tis dripping with our blood.
I hates the striped banner, and fought it all I could

I rode with Robert E. Lee,
For three years, thereabout.
Got wounded in four places,
And I starved at point lookout.
I caught the rheumatism
Campin' in the snow.
But I killed a bunch of Yankees
And I'd like to kill some more.

Three hundred thousand Yankees
Is stiff in southern dust.
We got three hundred thousand
Before they conquered us
They died of Southern Fever
And southern steel and shot
I wish they were three million
Instead of what we got.
I can't pick up my musket
And fight 'em down no more
But I ain't gonna love 'em
Now that is certain sure
And I don't want no pardon
For what I was and am
I won't be reconstructed
And I do not give a damn

Oh, I'm a good old rebel,
Now that's just what I am,
And for this Yankee nation,
I do no give a damn.
I'm glad I fought against her,
I only wish we won.
I ain't asked any pardon for anything I've done.
I ain't asked any pardon for anything I've done.


Enregistrer un commentaire