Luyện nghe bài hát Shiloh

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

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

The first few came cheerin'
Fear and hatred through their blood
the day was finally over
Those left wadin' through a crimson flood

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

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

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

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

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

Brother brother
Father son
By the the smoke had lifted
They knew the had won

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

Brother killin'
slayin' son
From the looks of old graveyard
nobody really won

Somethin's inside me
It sure can fast
Standin' in the of the past

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