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