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

Shaking and fingers that do tremble
Soldier's joy has 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 State Militia I belong
And to judge from the on the Confederate side
I'd say five hundred thousand rebels can't be

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 took a rifle in my shoulder
But my entire filled 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 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 not kill, the needle will