Luyện nghe bài hát Shiloh

A mist halos the
And a soft wind a whisper through the trees
As I lean a hickory
I close my eyes and I can see

The ghostly forms of and gray
And I can hear the cannons blast
in the presence of the past

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

To think I could be right
In the spot where some soldier breathed his last
Standin' in the of the past

Brother brother
fightin' 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 rebels
And they woke to a Yankee bugle blow
Bullets flew angry hornets
Till the peach tree blossoms drifted down snow

It must've been Hell on earth
happened here is more than we can grasp
Standin' in the of the past

Brother brother
fightin' son
By the time the smoke had
knew the north had won

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

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

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

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