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

Heart-carved trunk, Yankee bayonet
A left behind
Far from the hills of the sea-swelled
That's my true love lies

Look for me when the swallow
Sings upon the birch high
But you are in the ground with the voles and the
All a'chew on bones so dry

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

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

When I was a girl how the of Oconee
a seam to hem me in
There at the fair our eyes caught, careless
Got my right pierced by a pin

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

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

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

Stems and bones and walls too
Could keep me you
skin is all too few
To me from you

But oh, my love, though our may be parted
our skin may not touch skin
Look for me with the sparrow
I will come on the breath of the