Luyện nghe bài hát Yankee Bayonet (I Will Be Home Then)

Heart-carved tree trunk, bayonet
A sweetheart behind
Far the hills of the sea-swelled Carolinas
That's my true love lies

Look for me when the swallow
Sings the birch bough high
But you are in the ground with the and the weevils
All on your bones so dry

But when the sun
To no bulletin battle-cry
Then will you make a
For I will be home

I will be then
I be home then
I will be then

When I was a how the hills of Oconee
Made a to hem me in
There at the fair when our caught, careless
Got my heart right by a pin

But oh, did you see all the dead of
All the and the bones and the bile
Though I lingered with the blankets barren
And my own belly big a child

But the sun breaks
To no bulletin battle-cry
Then will you a grave
For I will be home

I will be home
I be home then
I will be then

Stems and and stone walls too
Could me from you
Scaly is all too few
To me from you

But oh, my love, our bodies may be parted
Though our skin may not touch
Look for me the sun-bright sparrow
I will come on the of the wind