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

 My dear son, it's almost 
 I hope this letter catches up to you, and finds you 
 Its been dry,  they're calling for rain
 And every thing's the same old same  Johnson Ville
 Your stubborn old daddy, ain't said  much
 But I'm sure you know, he sends his love and  goes on
 In  letter from home
 
 I hold it  and show my buddies like
 We ain't scared and our boots ain't muddy, and they  laugh
 Like there's something funny about  way I talk
 When I say, "Mama sends her best 
 I fold it  and put it in my shirt
 Pick up my gun  get back to work
 And it  me driving me on
 Waiting  letters from home
 
 My  love, its almost dawn
 I've  lying here all night long, wondering where you might be
 I saw your mama  I showed her the ring
 Man on the television said something,  I couldn't sleep
 But I'll be all right, I'm just missing 
 And this is  kissing you
 X's and  in a letter from home
 
 I hold it up and show  buddies
 Like we ain't scared  our boots ain't muddy, and they all laugh
 'Cause  calls me 'Honey', but they take it hard
 'Cause I don't read  good parts
  fold it up and put it in my shirt
 Pick up my gun and get back  work
 And it keeps  driving on
 Waiting on letters  home
 
 Dear son, I  I ain't written
 Sitting here tonight,  in the kitchen it occurs to me
 I might not have said,  I'll say it now
 "Son, you make me 
 
 I hold it up and show my 
 Like we ain't  and our boots ain't muddy, but no one laughs
 'Cause there ain't  funny, when a soldier cries
 And I just  me eyes
 I  it up and put it in my shirt
 Pick up  gun and get back to work
 And it keeps  driving me on
 Waiting  letters from home