Luyện nghe bài hát No Man's Land

Well, how do you do, William
Do you if I sit down here by your graveside?
And rest for awhile in the warm sun,
I've walking all day, and I'm nearly done.
And I see by your gravestone you were 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 they beat the drum slowly, did the the pipes lowly?
Did the rifles fired you as they lowered you down?
Did the bugles sound the post in chorus?
Did the pipes the flowers of the forest?

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

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