Luyện nghe bài hát The Patriot's Dream

The songs of the wars are as old as the
cling 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 patriot's is as old as the sky
It lives in the lust of a cold lie
Let's to the men who got caught by the chill
Of the patriotic fever and the cold steel kills

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

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

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

Her were all sleeping
As she out the dawn
How could she tell those
That their father was down

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

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

So she took herself her room and she turned the bed sheets down
And she cried into the folds of her new wedding gown
He tried to do his and it took him straight to hell
He might be in some prison, I he's treated well

Well, was an old man sitting in his mansion on the hill
And he thought of his fortune 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 like to say, I'm for the sinful deeds I've done
But let me first remind you, I'm a son"
They tried to do their duty and it 'em straight to hell
They might be in some prison, I hope treated 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 down to the
In a patriotic manner the cold steel on their backs

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

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