Luyện nghe bài hát Shiloh

A halos the meadow
And a soft wind breathes a whisper the trees
As I lean against a
I close my and I can almost see

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

The first few waves came
Fear and hatred runnin' through their
When the day was finally
Those were wadin' through a crimson flood

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

fightin' brother
Father son
By the time the sun was
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 rebels
And woke to hear a Yankee bugle blow
Bullets flew angry hornets
Till the peach tree blossoms drifted down like

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

Brother fightin'
fightin' son
By the time the had lifted
They the north had won

Lord my feels empty
As my tears on this grass
in the presence of the past

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

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

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