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

Shaking hands and fingers that do
joy has been a bitter pill
Though in battle a man I resemble
Alone, I am a coward without

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

A rebel is no place 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 a rifle ball in my shoulder
But my entire body with pain
I waited with them all at the field
Oh God, shot of morphine

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

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