Luyện nghe bài hát Broken Hymns

Now the fog and smoke is
From the row on row
In 1861 the prayed for God to their souls

Jimmy left home in
That was one to the day
Writes his mother back in Brighton
But he got much to say
forgotten what his town looks like
The smell of death is all
He of the blue Atlantic
To once again be bound
bound

Though the was long and winding
Many snares lay in path
But struggle they saw as righteous
The fought with might and stuck wrath

Now the battle hymns are
of shots not far ways
No prayer, no promise, no of God
Could their souls that April day
Tell their wives that they fought
As they lay them in graves

As the train pulled in the
And the families 'round
You could the first car echo
With a loud sound
But the last car it was
They listened close but they hear
It was laden with coffins
didn't speak and couldn't cheer

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As the train pulled in the
And the gathered 'round
You could hear the car echo
a loud triumphant sound

Now the hymns are playing
Report of shots not far
No prayer, no promise, no of God
Could save theirs that April day

Now the battle are playing
Report of shots not far
No prayer, no promise, no of God
Could save the souls of the blue and
Tell their that they fought bravely
As they lay in their graves