Luyện nghe bài hát Green Fields Of France

Well how do you do, Willie McBride?
Do you mind if I sit down by your grave side,
A rest for a while in the warm summer
I've walking all day and I'm nearly done.
I see by your gravestone that you were 19
When you joined the great up in 1916.
Well, I hope you died and I hope you died clean.
Or, McBride, was it slow and obscene?

Did they beat the slowly?
did they the pipes lowly?
Did they play the death march as they lowered you
Did the band play Last Post' in chorus?
Did the play 'The Flowers of the Forest'?

Did you leave a wife or a behind?
In some faithful heart is memory enshrined.
And although you back in 1916,
In that faithful are you forever 19.
Or are you just a stranger without a
Enclosed some glass-pane
In an old photograph, and stained
And fading to yellow in a brown leather

Did they beat the drum
did play the pipes lowly?
Did they play the death march as they you down?
Did the band 'The Last Post' in chorus?
Did the pipes play 'The Flowers of the

The sun, oh it on the green fields of France,
The summer brease makes the red poppies dance.
And how the sun shines from under the clouds.
No gas, no barbed wire, no firing now.
But here in graveyard, it's still No Man's Land
And the countless white crosses in mute stand.
To blind indifference to his fellow man
To the generation that was butchered and downed.

Did they beat the slowly?
did play the pipes lowly?
Did play the death march as they lowered you down?
Did the band 'The Last Post' in chorus?
Did the pipes play 'The of the Forest'?