Luyện nghe bài hát Green Fields Of France

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

I see by gravestone 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 play the lowly?
Did sound a death march as they lowered you down?
Did the band play the last and chorus?
Did the pipes play the flowers of the

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

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

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

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

Did the pipes play the of the forest?