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 that kills
They of the boys who went down to the tracks
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 pulled away on that glorious night
The got drunk and the bugler got tight
While the boys in the back sang a song of cheer
While riding off to glory in the spring of years

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

Well, there was a sad, sad
Weeping all night
She a sad, sad message
From a voice on the

Her children were all
As she out the dawn
How could she those children
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 and it took him straight to hell
He might be in some prison, I hope he's well

Well, there was a girl 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 did not tell
There would be no reunion, there would be no wedding bells

So she took herself into her room and she the bed sheets down
And she into the silken folds of her new wedding gown
He to do his duty 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 of his good 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 sorry for the sinful deeds I've
But let me first you, I'm a patriotic son"
They tried to do their duty and it took 'em straight to
They be in some prison, I hope they're treated well

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

The train pulled away on that glorious
The drummer got drunk and the bugler got
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 to the men who got caught by the chill
Of the patriotic fever and the cold steel that