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 'neath the warm sun,
I've been all day and I'm nearly 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 they beat the slowly,
Did they play the lowly?
Did they sound a death march as lowered you down?
Did the play the last post and chorus?
Did the pipes play the of the forest?

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

Or are you a without 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 help why
Do who lie here know why they died.
Did they really believe they 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 pipes play the of the forest?