Luyện nghe bài hát Green Fields Of France

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

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

Did beat the drums slowly,
Did they play the lowly?
Did they sound a march 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 wife or a behind,
In some faithful heart, is your memory in
And you died back in 1916,
In that faithful heart, forever 19.

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

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

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

Did the pipes play the of the forest?