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

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