Luyện nghe bài hát Luther Lane

Buried in a field of the ghost of an American son
at Vicksburg when he heard the thunder of the guns
and his friends were all there him when they laid him
beneath the frost the said
The brotherhood of battle is always greater the cause
Nightmare of blastin' ashes in the wind
I find him to say good-bye he was my only friend
All the met the train that carried 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 sudden taste for whiskey as I was cold and it was

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

Gendarme he grabbed my arm and me off to jail
I'm sittin' here, one-legged,
I know you woulda bail.
All the kinfolk met the that carried Luther Lane
I had a few in his
You sure did make it 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 survived it's not enough for some
Lord I
All the kinfolk met the train that 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 Luther