Luyện nghe bài hát Shiloh

A mist the meadow
And a soft wind breathes a whisper through the
As I lean a hickory
I close my eyes and I can see

The forms of blue and gray
And I can almost hear the blast
in the presence of the past

The first few waves cheerin'
and hatred runnin' through their blood
When the day was over
Those left wadin' through a crimson flood

To I could be right here
In the spot some young soldier breathed his last
Standin' in the of the past

Brother fightin'
Father son
By the the sun was settin'
Looked the south had won

Now my mouth's as dry as
And my heart is beatin'
Standin' in the presence of the

Sunrise caught the sleepin'
And woke to hear a Yankee bugle blow
Bullets flew angry hornets
Till the peach tree blossoms drifted down like

It must've like Hell on earth
happened here is more than we can grasp
Standin' in the of the past

Brother brother
fightin' son
By the the smoke had lifted
They knew the had won

Lord my soul empty
As my tears fall on this
in the presence of the past

Brother brother
Father son
From the of this old graveyard
nobody really won

Somethin's changed me
It can happen fast
in the presence of the past

A halos the meadow
And a soft wind breathes a whisper the trees