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

 My dear son, it's almost 
 I hope this letter  up to you, and finds you well
 Its been dry, but  calling for rain
 And every thing's the same old  in Johnson Ville
 Your stubborn old daddy, ain't said  much
 But I'm sure you  he sends his love and she goes on
 In a letter from 
 
 I hold it  and show my buddies like
 We ain't scared and our boots  muddy, and they all laugh
 Like there's something funny about the way  talk
 When  say, "Mama sends her best y'all"
 I fold it up  put it in my shirt
 Pick  my gun and get back to work
 And it  me driving me on
 Waiting  letters from home
 
  dearest love, its almost dawn
 I've been lying here all  long, wondering where you might be
 I saw your mama and I showed  the ring
  on the television said something, so I couldn't sleep
 But  be all right, I'm just missing you
 And  is me kissing you
 X's and O's in  letter from home
 
  hold it up and show my buddies
 Like we ain't scared and our boots ain't muddy, and  all laugh
 'Cause she calls me 'Honey', but  take it hard
 'Cause I don't read the good 
 I  it up and put it in my shirt
 Pick  my gun and get back to work
 And it keeps me driving 
  on letters from home
 
 Dear  I know, I ain't written
 Sitting here tonight,  in the kitchen it occurs to me
 I might not have  so I'll say it now
  you make me proud"
 
 I hold it up and show my 
 Like we ain't scared and our boots ain't muddy, but  one laughs
 'Cause there ain't  funny, when a soldier cries
 And I just wipe  eyes
 I  it up and put it in my shirt
 Pick up my gun and  back to work
 And  keeps me driving me on
 Waiting on letters  home