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

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

Here's McGee the great state of Missouri
To the State Militia I belong
And to judge from the pride on the Confederate
I'd say five hundred thousand rebels can't be

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

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

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

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