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 for awhile in the warm summer sun,
I've been all day, and I'm nearly done.
And I see by your gravestone you were 19
you joined the great fallen in 1916,
I hope you died and I hope you died clean
Or, Willie Mcbride, was it slow and

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

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

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