Luyện nghe bài hát Old Churchyard

Come, come with me to the old
I so well know those paths 'neath the soft sward
Friends slumber in there that we to regard
We will trace out their in the old churchyard

Mourn not for them for their are o'er
Why weep for those who will weep no
For sweet is their sleep, cold and hard
pillows may be in the old churchyard

I know that vain when our friends depart
To breathe kind to a broken heart
And I that the joy of life is marred
When we follow lost to the old churchyard

But were I at rest 'neath yonder
Why you weep, my friends, for me?
I'm so weary, so wayworn, why would you
The peace I seek in the old

Why for me for I'm anxious to go
To that haven of rest where no ever flow
And I fear none my fate when it's time to
I set with the sun in the old churchyard

I rest in the hope that one day
will burst through these prisons of clay
The trumpets will sound in the hills and far
Will up the dead in the old churchyard

I rest in the hope one bright day
Sunshine will burst these prisons of clay
The will sound in the hills near and far
Will wake up the dead in the old

The trumpets will sound in the near and far
Will up the dead in the old churchyard