Luyện nghe bài hát June July

June July I home to live with my mom
At I sat out to watch cicadas on the lawn
July, confusion Tennessee
Here Sherman's army troops in 1863

Now battlefields are marked and paragraphed
And maintained by park service trust
At night I walked those fields
for proof of death, echoes of wounded soldier appeals

Tonight the rain clouds are down
Hovering low, warning me to go home
I saw flicker in the clouds
One and two thousand, better turn

Light was focused on me
White spike cracked and me to the ground
I awoke the sun was streaming over the fields
Warming the soaked with summer rain