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

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