Luyện nghe bài hát Old Churchyard

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

Mourn not for them for their are o'er
Why weep for those who weep no more?
For is their sleep, though cold and hard
Their may be in the old churchyard

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

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

Why weep for me for I'm to go
To that haven of 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 hope that one day
Sunshine will burst through these prisons of
The trumpets sound in the hills near and far
Will wake up the in the old churchyard

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

The trumpets sound in the hills near and far
Will wake up the dead in the old