Luyện nghe bài hát Broken Hymns

Now the fog and is lifting
From the row on row
In 1861 the for God to keep their souls

Jimmy home in April
was one year to the day
Writes his back home in Brighton
But he ain't got to say
He's forgotten what his town looks
The smell of death is all
He dreams of the Atlantic
To once again be homeward
bound

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

Now the hymns are playing
Report of shots not far
No prayer, no promise, no of God
Could save their that April day
Tell their wives they fought bravely
As they lay them in their

As the train in the station
And the families gathered
You could hear the first car
With a triumphant sound
But the car it was silent
They listened close but couldn't hear
It was laden down coffins
That didn't and couldn't cheer

Chorus--

As the pulled in the station
And the families gathered
You could hear the first car
With a triumphant sound

Now the battle hymns are
of shots not far away
No prayer, no promise, no of God
save theirs souls that April day

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