Luyện nghe bài hát The Patriot's Dream

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

The dream is as old as the sky
It lives in the lust of a callous lie
drink to the men who got caught by the chill
Of the fever and the cold steel that kills

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

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

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

Her children all sleeping
As she waited out the
How could she those children
That their was shot down

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

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

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

Well, there was an old man in his mansion on the hill
And he thought of his good 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 a wicked smile

"Well I'd like to say, I'm sorry for the 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 they're treated well

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

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

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