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

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