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

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