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

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