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 patriot's is as old as the sky
It in the lust of a cold callous lie
Let's to the men who got caught by the chill
Of the patriotic fever and the cold that kills

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

The patriot's still lives 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 steel that

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

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

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

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

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

Well, there was an old man sitting in his mansion on the
And he thought of his fortune and the time he'd yet o kill
Well, he called to his one day, "Come sit with me awhile"
Then turning the sunset, he smiled a wicked smile

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

The of the wars are as old as the hills
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 train pulled away on glorious 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 still lives on today
It makes mothers weep and it makes pray
drink to the men who got caught by the chill
Of the patriotic and the cold steel that kills