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

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