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

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