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

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