Luyện nghe bài hát No Man's Land

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

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

And did you leave a wife or a behind
In some loyal heart is memory enshrined?
And, though you back in 1916,
And that loyal are you forever 19?
Or are you a without even a name,
Forever behind some glass pane,
In an old photograph, and tattered and stained,
And fading to in a brown leather frame?

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