Luyện nghe bài hát The Patriot's Dream

The songs of the are as old as the hills
They cling like the rust on the cold steel kills
They tell of the boys who down to the tracks
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
Let's drink to the men who got caught by the
Of the patriotic and the cold steel that kills

The train away on that glorious night
The drummer got drunk and the bugler got
While the boys in the back sang a of good cheer
riding 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 fever and the cold steel that kills

Well, was a sad, sad lady
Weeping all long
She received a sad, sad
a voice on the telephone

Her children all sleeping
As she waited out the
How could she those children
That their father was shot

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

Well, there was a young girl watching in the early
When she the name of someone who said he'd be home soon
And she how they got him, but the papers did not tell
would 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 folds of her new wedding
He tried to do his duty and it him straight to hell
He might be in some prison, I hope he's treated

Well, there was an old man in his mansion 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 turning toward the sunset, he smiled a wicked

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

The of the wars are as old as the hills
They like 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 away on that night
The drummer got drunk and the got tight
the boys in the back sang a song of good cheer
While off to glory in the spring of their years

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