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 of the boys who went down to the tracks
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 to the men who got caught by the chill
Of the patriotic fever and the cold steel that

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

The patriot's 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 fever and the cold steel that kills

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

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

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

Well, there was a girl watching in the early afternoon
When she the name of someone who said he'd be home soon
And she wondered how got him, but the papers did not tell
would be no sweet reunion, there 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 might be in some prison, I he's treated well

Well, there was an old man sitting in his mansion on the
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 like to say, I'm sorry for the sinful deeds done
But let me first remind you, I'm a son"
They tried to do duty and it took 'em straight to hell
They be in some prison, I hope they're treated well

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

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

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