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 steel kills
They tell of the boys who went down to the
In a patriotic with the cold steel on their backs

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, there was an old man sitting in his on the hill
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 turning toward the sunset, he smiled a 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"
tried to do their duty and it took 'em straight to hell
They might be in prison, I hope they're treated well

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

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

The patriot's dream still 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 steel that kills