🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Letters From Home - Scotty McCreery

 My  son, it's almost June
 I hope this letter catches up to you,  finds you well
 Its been dry, but  calling for rain
 And  thing's the same old same in Johnson Ville
 Your stubborn old daddy, ain't said  much
 But I'm sure you know, he sends his love and  goes on
 In a  from home
 
 I hold it up  show my buddies like
 We ain't  and our boots ain't muddy, and they all laugh
 Like there's something  about the way I talk
 When I say, "Mama  her best y'all"
 I fold it up and put  in my shirt
 Pick up my gun  get back to work
 And it keeps me  me on
 Waiting on letters from 
 
 My dearest love,  almost dawn
 I've been lying here all night long, wondering where you might 
 I  your mama and I showed her the ring
 Man on the television said something,  I couldn't sleep
 But  be all right, I'm just missing you
 And this is me kissing 
 X's and O's in  letter from home
 
 I hold it up and show  buddies
 Like we ain't scared and our boots ain't muddy,  they all laugh
 'Cause she calls me 'Honey', but they  it hard
 'Cause I don't read  good parts
 I  it up and put it in my shirt
 Pick  my gun and get back to work
 And it keeps me driving 
 Waiting  letters from home
 
 Dear son, I know, I  written
  here tonight, alone in the kitchen it occurs to me
 I might not have said,  I'll say it now
  you make me proud"
 
 I hold  up and show my buddies
  we ain't scared and our boots ain't muddy, but no one laughs
 'Cause there ain't nothing funny, when a soldier 
 And I just wipe me 
 I fold it up and put it  my shirt
 Pick up my gun and get back  work
 And it keeps me driving me 
 Waiting on letters from