Luyện nghe bài hát Shiloh

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

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

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

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

Brother brother
fightin' son
By the time the sun was
Looked the south had won

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

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

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

fightin' brother
Father son
By the time the had lifted
They knew the had won

Lord my soul empty
As my tears fall on grass
Standin' in the of the past

killin' brother
Father son
From the looks of old graveyard
nobody really won

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

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