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

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

Here's McGee the great state of Missouri
To the Show-Me Militia 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 bend us to her
Cannot command the who now hate her
Nor a bounty of her generals

I took a ball in my shoulder
But my entire body filled with
I waited with them all at the hospital
Oh God, another shot of

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

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 bullet not kill, the needle will