Luyện nghe bài hát Luther Lane

Buried in a field of the ghost of an American son
Seventeen at Vicksburg when he heard the of the guns
and his friends were all there with him when they him
beneath the frost the preacher
The brotherhood of battle is always than the cause
Nightmare of blastin' light ashes in the
I couldn't find him to say good-bye he was my only
All the kinfolk met the train that Luther Lane
I had a few in his I got good and drunk for Luther Lane
Six white pulled the carriage
the band Nearer My God to Thee
And all the were starin', Luther, at the missin' part of me
I got an all a taste for whiskey as I was cold and it was gettin'

I know I shouldn't a done it but I nicked a off the collection

Gendarme he grabbed my arm and me off to jail
I'm sittin' here, one-legged,
I you woulda posted bail.
All the kinfolk met the train carried Luther Lane
I had a few in his
You sure did it tough for Job and me, my Lord
Two fell as one casualty of war
I shoulda gone under the ground with all the corps
When you've enough it's not enough for some
I know
All the met the train that carried Luther Lane
I had a few in his name I got and drunk for old Luther Lane
For old Lane
For old Luther
For old Lane