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

 My dear son,  almost June
 I hope this letter catches up  you, and finds you well
 Its  dry, but they're calling for rain
 And every thing's the same old same in Johnson 
 Your stubborn old  ain't said too much
 But I'm sure you know, he  his love and she goes on
 In a  from home
 
 I hold  up and show my buddies like
 We ain't scared and our boots ain't muddy, and  all laugh
 Like there's something funny about the way I 
  I say, "Mama sends her best y'all"
 I fold it  and put it in my shirt
  up my gun and get back to work
 And it  me driving me on
  on letters from home
 
 My dearest love,  almost 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  said something, so I couldn't sleep
 But  be all right, I'm just missing you
  this is me kissing you
 X's and O's in a letter from 
 
 I hold it up and show  buddies
 Like we ain't scared and our boots ain't muddy, and  all laugh
 'Cause she calls me  but they take it hard
 'Cause I don't read  good parts
 I fold it up and put it in my 
 Pick up my gun and get back  work
  it keeps me driving on
  on letters from home
 
 Dear son, I know, I  written
 Sitting here tonight, alone in the kitchen it occurs  me
 I might not have said, so  say it now
 "Son, you make me 
 
 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  soldier cries
 And I just wipe  eyes
 I fold it up  put it in my shirt
 Pick up my  and get back to work
 And  keeps me driving me on
  on letters from home