Luyện nghe bài hát The Patriot's Dream

The songs of the are as old as the hills
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 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 got tight
While the boys in the back a song of good cheer
While riding off to in the spring of their years

The patriot's still lives on today
It makes mothers weep and it makes pray
drink to the men who got caught by the chill
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 were all
As she waited out the
How could she tell those
their father was shot down

So she took them to her that day and she told 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 treated well

Well, there was a young watching in the early afternoon
When she heard the name of someone who said he'd be soon
And she wondered how they got him, but the papers did not
would be no sweet 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 of her new wedding gown
He tried to do his duty and it him straight to hell
He might be in some prison, I hope he's well

Well, there was an old man sitting in his mansion on the
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 to say, I'm sorry for the sinful deeds I've done
But let me first remind you, I'm a son"
They tried to do duty and it took 'em straight to hell
They might be in prison, I hope they're treated well

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

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

The patriot's dream lives on today
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 steel that kills