Luyện nghe bài hát Broken Hymns

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

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

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

Now the hymns are playing
of shots not far ways
No prayer, no promise, no of God
save their souls that April day
Tell their wives that they fought
As lay them in their graves

As the train in the station
And the gathered 'round
You could hear the first car
a loud triumphant sound
But the car it was silent
They listened close but they hear
It was laden down coffins
That didn't speak and cheer

Chorus--

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

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

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