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

Shaking hands and fingers do tremble
Soldier's joy has a bitter pill
Though in battle a man I resemble
Alone, I am a coward will

McGee from the great state of Missouri
To the Show-Me State I belong
And to judge the pride on the Confederate side
I'd say five hundred thousand rebels be wrong

A stand is no place for a traitor
A loveless union cannot us to her will
Cannot command the soldiers who now her
Nor demand a bounty of her

I took a ball in my shoulder
But my entire body with pain
I waited with all at the field hospital
Oh God, shot of morphine

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

Shaking hands, was I a coward, was I
Shaking hands, I took the bitter
the story on my grave, my soul they could not save
What the could not kill, the needle will