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

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