Luyện nghe bài hát No Man's Land

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

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

And did you a wife or a sweetheart behind
In loyal heart is your memory enshrined?
And, though you died in 1916,
And that loyal heart are you 19?
Or are you a stranger even a name,
Forever behind some glass pane,
In an old photograph, and tattered and stained,
And fading to yellow in a brown leather

The sun's shining on these green fields of France;
The warm blows gently, and the red poppies dance.
The have vanished long under 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 stand
To man's indifference to his fellow man.
And a generation who were butchered and damned.