Luyện nghe bài hát Green Fields Of France

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

I see by your gravestone you were 19,
You the great 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 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 faithful heart, is your memory in shrine?
And though you back in 1916,
In that faithful heart, forever 19.

Or are you a stranger even a name,
Enclosed forever 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 help why
Do who lie here know why they died.
Did they really believe when answered the cause,
Did they really believe that this war would end

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

Did the play the flowers of the forest?