Luyện nghe bài hát The Patriot's Dream

The songs of the wars are as old as the
They 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 backs

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

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

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

Well, was a sad, sad lady
Weeping all long
She a sad, sad message
From a on the telephone

Her children were all
As she out the dawn
How could she tell children
That their father was down

So she took to her side that 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 treated well

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

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

Well, was an old man sitting 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 the sunset, he smiled a wicked smile

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

The of the wars are as old as the hills
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 pulled away on that glorious night
The drummer got drunk and the bugler got
While the in the back sang a song of good cheer
While riding off to in the spring of their years

The patriot's dream lives on today
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 cold steel that