Luyện nghe bài hát Green Fields Of France

Well how do you do, young McBride,
Do you mind if I sit here by your graveside,
And rest for a while the warm summer sun,
I've been walking all day and I'm done.

I see by your you were only 19,
You joined the fallin' in 1916.
Well I hope you quick, and I hope you died clean.
Willy McBride, was it slow and

Did beat the drums slowly,
Did they the fife lowly?
Did they sound a death as they lowered you down?
Did the band the last post and chorus?
Did the play the flowers of the forest?

Did you leave a or a sweetheart behind,
In some faithful heart, is memory in shrine?
And you died back in 1916,
In that heart, you're forever 19.

Or are you a without even a name,
forever behind a glass pane.
In an old photograph, and battered and stained,
And faded to yellow in a brown frame.

Now Willy McBride, I can't wondering why
Do those who lie here why they died.
Did they really believe when answered the cause,
Did really believe that this war would end wars?

But the sorrow, the sufferin', the glory, the
The and dying were all done in vain.
But, McBride, it all happened again, and again, and again, and again, and again.

Did the pipes play the flowers of the