Luyện nghe bài hát Shiloh

A mist halos the
And a soft wind breathes a through the trees
As I lean against a
I close my and I can almost see

The ghostly forms of and gray
And I can almost hear the cannons
Standin' in the presence of the

The first few waves cheerin'
Fear and hatred runnin' through blood
When the day was finally
Those left were through a crimson flood

To think I could be right
In the spot where some young soldier breathed his
Standin' in the presence of the

Brother fightin'
fightin' son
By the the sun was settin'
Looked the south had won

Now my mouth's as dry as
And my heart is fast
Standin' in the presence of the

caught the rebels sleepin'
And they woke to a Yankee bugle blow
Bullets flew like hornets
Till the peach tree blossoms down like snow

It must've been Hell on earth
What here is more than we can grasp
in the presence of the past

Brother brother
fightin' son
By the time the smoke had
They the north had won

my soul feels empty
As my fall on this grass
Standin' in the of the past

Brother brother
slayin' son
From the looks of this old
Hell nobody won

changed inside me
It can happen fast
Standin' in the of the past

A mist halos the
And a soft wind breathes a whisper the trees