Luyện nghe bài hát Letters From Home

My dearest son, almost June
I hope this letter up to you, and finds you well
Its been dry, but calling for rain
And every thing's the same old in Johnson Ville
Your stubborn old daddy, aint said too
But Im you know, he sends his love and she goes on
In a from home

I hold it up and show my like
We aint scared and our boots aint muddy, and all laugh
theres something funny about the way I talk
When I say, "Mama sends her yall"
I fold it up and put it in my
Pick up my gun and get to work
And it keeps me me on
on letters from home

My dearest love, its dawn
Ive been here all night long, wondering where you might be
I saw your mama and I showed her the
Man on the said something, so I couldnt sleep
But Ill be all right, Im missing you
And is me kissing you
Xs and Os in a letter home

I it up and show my buddies
Like we scared and our boots aint muddy, and they all laugh
she calls me 'Honey', but they take it hard
'Cause I read the good parts
I fold it up and put it in my
Pick up my gun and get back to
And it me driving on
on letters from home

Dear son, I know, I aint
here tonight, alone in the kitchen it occurs to me
I might not said, so Ill say it now
"Son, you me proud"

I hold it up and my buddies
Like we aint scared and our boots aint muddy, but no one
'Cause aint nothing funny, when a soldier cries
And I just me eyes
I it up and put it in my shirt
Pick up my gun and get back to
And it me driving me on
on letters from home