Luyện nghe bài hát Luther Lane

Buried in a field of crosses the ghost of an son
Seventeen at Vicksburg when he the thunder 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 light ashes in the wind
I couldn't find him to say he was my only friend
All the kinfolk met the train that carried Luther
I had a few in his name I got good and for Luther Lane
Six white horses pulled the
the band Nearer My God to Thee
And all the children were starin', Luther, at the missin' of me
I got an all a sudden taste for whiskey as I was cold and it was

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 here, one-legged, Luther
I know you woulda bail.
All the kinfolk met the train that carried Lane
I had a few in his
You sure did make it tough for Job and me, my
Two bodies fell as one of war
I gone down under the ground with all the corps
When you've survived enough it's not enough for
I know
All the kinfolk met the train carried Luther Lane
I had a few in his I got good and drunk for old Luther Lane
For old Luther
For old Luther
For old Lane