Luyện nghe bài hát The Patriot's Dream

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

The dream is as old as the sky
It in the lust of a cold callous lie
drink to the men who got caught by the chill
Of the fever and the cold steel that kills

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

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

Well, was a sad, sad lady
Weeping all night
She received a sad, sad
From a voice on the

Her children all sleeping
As she out the dawn
How she tell those children
That their father was down

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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