Luyện nghe bài hát Green Fields Of France

Well how do you do, Willy McBride,
Do you mind if I sit here 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 only 19,
You joined the fallin' in 1916.
Well I hope you quick, and I hope you died clean.
McBride, was it slow and obscene?

Did they the drums slowly,
Did they play the fife
Did they sound a death as they lowered you down?
Did the band play the last post and
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 though you died in 1916,
In that faithful heart, you're 19.

Or are you a stranger even a name,
forever behind a glass pane.
In an old photograph, torn and and stained,
And faded to yellow in a yellow frame.

Now Willy McBride, I can't wondering why
Do those who lie here know why died.
Did they really believe when answered the cause,
Did they 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 the flowers of the forest?