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

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