Luyện nghe bài hát No Man's Land

Well, how do you do, Mcbride?
Do you if I sit down 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 your gravestone you only 19
When you joined the great in 1916,
I you died 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 fired over you as they lowered you down?
Did the bugles sound the last in chorus?
Did the pipes play the flowers of the

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

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