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

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