Luyện nghe bài hát The Patriot's Dream

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

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

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

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

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

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

So she took into her room 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 took him straight to
He might be in some prison, I hope he's well

Well, there was an old man sitting in his on the hill
And he thought of his good fortune and the time 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 to say, I'm sorry for the sinful deeds I've done
But let me remind 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 songs of the wars are as old as the
They cling like the on the cold steel that kills
They tell of the boys who went down to the
In a manner with the cold steel on their backs

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

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