Luyện nghe bài hát Shaking Hands (Soldier's Joy)

Shaking hands and that do tremble
Soldier's joy has been a bitter
in battle a brave man I resemble
Alone, I am a coward without

Here's McGee from the state of Missouri
To the Show-Me State I belong
And to judge from the pride on the side
I'd say five hundred thousand can't be wrong

A stand is no place for a traitor
A union cannot bend us to her will
Cannot command the who now hate her
Nor a bounty of her generals

I took a rifle ball in my
But my entire filled with pain
I waited with them all at the hospital
Oh God, another of morphine

joy, oh, what's the point in pleasure
When it's only meant to kill the
Lay down my arms and take the measure
Or take up arms and send me out to fight

hands, was I a coward, was I brave?
Shaking hands, I the bitter pill
Tell the story on my grave, my soul they not save
What the bullet could not kill, the needle