Luyện nghe bài hát Luther Lane

Buried in a field of crosses the of an American son
Seventeen at Vicksburg when he heard the thunder of the
and his friends were all with him when they laid him
beneath the frost the said
The brotherhood of battle is always greater than the
Nightmare of light ashes in the wind
I couldn't find him to say good-bye he was my friend
All the met the train that carried Luther Lane
I had a few in his name I got good and drunk for Lane
Six horses pulled the carriage
the band played My God to Thee
And all the children starin', Luther, at the missin' part of me
I got an all a sudden taste for whiskey as I was cold and it was

I know I a done it but I nicked a buck off the collection

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