Luyện nghe bài hát The Patriot's Dream

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

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

The train pulled away on 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 glory in the of their years

The patriot's dream still lives on
It makes mothers 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

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

Her children were all
As she waited out the
How could she tell those
That father was shot down

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

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

So she took into her room 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 prison, I hope he's treated well

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

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

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 to the tracks
In a patriotic manner with the cold steel on their

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

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