Luyện nghe bài hát Old Churchyard

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

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

I know that it's vain when our friends
To breathe words to a broken heart
And I know that the joy of life is
we follow lost friends to the old churchyard

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

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

I rest in the that one bright 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 that one day
Sunshine burst through these prisons of clay
The trumpets sound in the hills near and far
wake up the dead in the old churchyard

The trumpets will sound in the hills and far
wake up the dead in the old churchyard