Luyện nghe bài hát The Patriot's Dream

The of the wars are as old as the hills
They cling like the on the cold steel that kills
They of the boys who went down to the tracks
In a manner with the cold steel on their backs

The dream is as old as the sky
It lives in the lust of a callous lie
Let's drink to the men who got caught by the
Of the patriotic and the cold steel that kills

The train pulled on that glorious night
The drummer got drunk and the bugler got
While the boys in the back sang a of good cheer
While riding off to glory in the of their years

The patriot's dream still on today
It makes weep and it makes lovers pray
Let's drink to the men who got by the chill
Of the patriotic fever and the steel that kills

Well, there was a sad, sad
Weeping all night
She a sad, sad message
From a voice on the

Her children all sleeping
As she waited out the
How could she tell children
That their was shot down

So she took them to her side day and she told them one by one
father was a good man ten thousand miles from home
He tried to do his and it took him straight to hell
He might be in some prison, I hope he's treated

Well, there was a young watching in the early afternoon
When she heard the name of who said he'd be home soon
And she wondered how they got him, but the did not tell
There would be no reunion, there would be no wedding bells

So she took herself into her and she turned the bed sheets down
And she cried the silken folds of her new wedding gown
He tried to do his duty and it took him to hell
He might be in some prison, I hope he's well

Well, there was an old man in his mansion on the hill
And he of his good fortune and the time he'd yet o kill
Well, he called to his one day, "Come sit with me awhile"
Then toward the sunset, he smiled a wicked smile

"Well I'd like to say, I'm sorry for the deeds I've done
But let me first you, I'm a patriotic son"
They tried to do their and it took 'em straight to hell
They be in some prison, I hope they're treated well

The songs of the wars are as old as the
They cling like the rust on the steel that kills
tell of the boys who went down to the tracks
In a patriotic manner the cold steel on their backs

The train pulled away on that night
The drummer got and the bugler got tight
While the boys in the back sang a song of good
While riding off to glory in the spring of their

The patriot's dream still on today
It makes mothers weep and it lovers pray
Let's drink to the men who got caught by the
Of the patriotic fever and the cold that kills