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

 My  son, it's almost June
  hope this letter catches up to you, and finds you well
 Its been dry, but they're calling for 
 And every thing's  same old same in Johnson Ville
 Your  old daddy, ain't said too much
 But I'm sure  know, he sends his love and she goes on
 In a  from home
 
 I hold it up and  my buddies like
 We ain't scared and our boots ain't muddy, and they  laugh
  there's something funny about the way I talk
 When I say, "Mama  her best y'all"
 I fold it up and put it in my 
 Pick up my gun and get back to 
  it keeps me driving me on
 Waiting on  from home
 
 My dearest love, its  dawn
 I've been lying here all night long,  where you might be
  saw your mama and I showed her the ring
 Man on the  said something, so I couldn't sleep
 But I'll be all right, I'm  missing you
 And this is  kissing you
 X's  O's in a letter from home
 
 I hold it up and  my buddies
 Like we ain't  and our boots ain't muddy, and they all laugh
 'Cause she  me 'Honey', but they take it hard
 'Cause I don't read the  parts
 I fold it up and  it in my shirt
 Pick up  gun and get back to work
 And  keeps me driving on
 Waiting  letters from home
 
 Dear son, I know, I  written
 Sitting here tonight, alone in the  it occurs to me
 I might not have said, so I'll  it now
 "Son, you make  proud"
 
 I hold it up and show  buddies
 Like we ain't scared and our boots ain't muddy, but  one laughs
 'Cause there ain't nothing funny,  a soldier cries
 And  just wipe me eyes
  fold it up and put it in my shirt
 Pick up my gun and  back to work
 And it keeps me  me on
 Waiting on letters  home