Luyện nghe bài hát The Patriot's Dream

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 to the tracks
In a patriotic manner with the cold steel on backs

The dream is as old as the sky
It lives in the lust of a cold 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 glory in the spring of their

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

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

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

So she took them to her side day and she told them one by one
Your father was a good man ten miles from home
He to do his duty and it took him straight to hell
He might be in some prison, I hope he's 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 how they got him, but the papers did not tell
There would be no reunion, there would be no wedding bells

So she herself into her room and she turned the bed sheets down
And she cried into the silken folds of her new 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 on the hill
And he of his good 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 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 and it took 'em straight to hell
They might be in some prison, I hope 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 boys who down to the tracks
In a patriotic manner with the cold steel on their

The train pulled away on that night
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 years

The patriot's dream still 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