Luyện nghe bài hát Broken Hymns

Now the fog and is lifting
From the row on row
In 1861 the prayed for God to keep their

Jimmy home in April
That was one to the day
his mother back home in Brighton
But he ain't got to say
forgotten what his town looks like
The of death is all around
He of the blue Atlantic
To once again be homeward
bound

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

Now the battle are playing
of shots not far ways
No prayer, no promise, no of God
Could their souls that April day
their wives that they fought bravely
As they lay in their graves

As the pulled in the station
And the families gathered
You hear the first car echo
With a triumphant sound
But the car it was silent
They close but they couldn't hear
It was laden down coffins
That didn't speak and couldn't

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As the train pulled in the
And the families 'round
You could hear the first car
With a loud triumphant

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

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