Luyện nghe bài hát The Patriot's Dream

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

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

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

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

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

Her were all sleeping
As she waited out the
How could she tell children
their 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 home
He tried to do his duty and it took him straight to
He might be in some prison, I he's treated well

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

So she took herself into her room and she turned the bed sheets
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, there was an old man sitting in his mansion on the
And he of his good fortune and the time he'd yet o kill
Well, he called to his wife one day, "Come sit me awhile"
Then toward 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 might be in prison, I hope they're treated well

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

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

The dream still 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 steel kills