Luyện nghe bài hát Shiloh

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

The forms of blue and gray
And I can almost the cannons blast
Standin' in the of the past

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

To think I be right here
In the where some young soldier breathed his last
in the presence of the past

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

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

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

It been like Hell on earth
What happened here is more we can grasp
in the presence of the past

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

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

Brother killin'
slayin' son
From the looks of this old
Hell nobody won

Somethin's inside me
It sure can happen
Standin' in the presence of the

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