Luyện nghe bài hát Shiloh

A mist the meadow
And a soft wind breathes a whisper the trees
As I against a hickory
I my eyes and I can almost see

The ghostly forms of and gray
And I can almost the cannons blast
Standin' in the presence of the

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

To think I be right here
In the spot where some young soldier breathed his
Standin' in the presence of the

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

Now my as dry as cotton
And my heart is fast
in the presence of the past

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

It been like Hell on earth
What happened here is more than we can
Standin' in the of the past

Brother fightin'
Father son
By the the smoke had lifted
knew the north had won

Lord my feels empty
As my tears fall on grass
in the presence of the past

Brother brother
Father son
From the looks of old graveyard
Hell nobody won

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

A mist halos the
And a soft wind breathes a through the trees