Luyện nghe bài hát Shiloh

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

The ghostly of blue and gray
And I can hear the cannons blast
Standin' in the of the past

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

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

Brother brother
Father son
By the time the sun was
Looked like the 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 bugle blow
flew like angry hornets
Till the peach tree blossoms drifted like snow

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

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

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

Brother brother
slayin' son
From the looks of this old
nobody really won

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

A mist the meadow
And a wind breathes a whisper through the trees