Luyện nghe bài hát No Man's Land

Well, how do you do, Mcbride?
Do you mind if I sit here by your graveside?
And for awhile in the warm summer sun,
I've been walking all day, and I'm done.
And I see by your gravestone you only 19
When you the great fallen in 1916,
I hope you died quick and I you died clean
Or, Willie Mcbride, was it slow and

Did beat the drum slowly, did the play the pipes lowly?
Did the rifles over you as they lowered you down?
Did the bugles the last post in chorus?
Did the pipes play the flowers of the

And did you a wife or a sweetheart behind
In some loyal heart is your enshrined?
And, though you died in 1916,
And that heart are you forever 19?
Or are you a stranger without a name,
enshrined behind some glass pane,
In an old photograph, torn and and stained,
And fading to yellow in a brown frame?

The sun's shining down on these green fields of
The warm wind gently, and the red poppies dance.
The trenches have vanished long under the
No gas and no wire, no guns firing now.
But here in this that's still no man's land
The countless white crosses in mute witness
To man's indifference to his fellow man.
And a whole generation who butchered and damned.