Luyện nghe bài hát The Letter Home

Care of St. Ignatius House, Drive
Parramatta, New South Wales, this day of July
In the year of Our
Nineteen hundred and five

Why must I always
Every time I sit down to write
my own fault I may find
You're no living at this address

excuse the lack of news
The of strange privilege
For the of trial in these times of distress
Mean than years imprisoned by etiquette

I can remember when we children
Though I could never this day
Your brother told me we'd forever
"I'll go on better", I heard say

And it seems so strange, now he's gone
To all these games
Though the years divided us
Friendships have strained and

Oh, by the way, that girl that you wed
I hated you then but I'm the worst of it
I can't come home, I might as say
Life is short, I shall not write