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

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