Luyện nghe bài hát The Patriot's Dream

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

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

The train away on that glorious night
The got drunk and the bugler got tight
While the boys in the back sang a of good cheer
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
drink to the men who got caught by the chill
Of the patriotic and the cold steel that kills

Well, was a sad, sad lady
all night long
She a sad, sad message
a voice on the telephone

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

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

Well, there was a young girl watching in the early
When she heard the name of someone who said be home soon
And she wondered how got him, but the papers did not tell
There be no sweet reunion, there would be no wedding bells

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

Well, there was an old man sitting in his on the hill
And he thought of his good 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 sinful deeds done
But let me first 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 they're well

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

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

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