Luyện nghe bài hát Broken Hymns

Now the fog and smoke is
the fallen row on row
In 1861 the prayed for God to keep their

left home in April
That was one to the day
Writes his back home in Brighton
But he got much to say
He's forgotten what his town like
The of death is all around
He of the blue Atlantic
To once again be bound
bound

Though the was long and winding
snares lay in their path
But their struggle saw as righteous
The fought with and stuck with wrath

Now the battle hymns are
Report of not far ways
No prayer, no promise, no of God
Could save their souls that day
Tell their wives that they bravely
As they lay in their graves

As the train pulled in the
And the families 'round
You hear the first car echo
With a loud sound
But the car it was silent
They listened close but they couldn't
It was down with coffins
That speak and couldn't cheer

Repeat

As the train in the station
And the families 'round
You hear the first car echo
a loud triumphant sound

Now the battle hymns are
Report of shots not far
No prayer, no promise, no of God
Could save theirs souls that day

Now the battle are playing
Report of shots not far
No prayer, no promise, no of God
Could the souls of the blue and grey
Tell their wives that they bravely
As they lay them in their