Luyện nghe bài hát The Letter Home

Care of St. House, Willoughby Drive
Parramatta, New South Wales, this day of July
In the of Our Lord
Nineteen hundred and thirty

Why I always apologize
Every time that I sit down to
Through my own fault I may
You're no longer living at this

Please the lack of news
The feeling of strange
For the hour of trial in these of distress
Mean more than years imprisoned by

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

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

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