Luyện nghe bài hát Paschendale

In a foreign he lay
Lonely soldier, grave
On his words he prays
Tell the world of

Relive all that been through
Last communion of his
Rust your bullets with his
Let me tell you his years

Laying low in a blood trench
Kill Tim 'til my very own
On my face I can feel the rain
see my friends again

In the smoke, in the mud and
Smell the fear and the of dread
Soon be time to go the wall
Rapid and the end of us all

Whistles, and more gun fire
Lifeless bodies on barbed wire
nothing but a bloody tomb
Be reunited with my dead soon

Many soldiers years
in mud, no more tears
Surely a war can win
Killing time about to

Home, far
the war, a chance to live again
Home, far
But the war, no chance to live

The bodies of and our foes
The sea of death it
In no man's land, God only
Into jaws of we go

as if on a cross
Allied troops mourn their loss
German war machine
Such has never been seen

I heard the angels cry
Pray to god no may die
So that people know the
the tale of Paschendale

Cruelty has a human
Every man play his part
of the men we kill
The human heart is hungry

I my ground for the very last time
Gun is ready as I stand in
Nervous wait for the whistle to
Rush of and over we go

Blood is like the rain
Its crimson cloak again
The sound of guns can't hide shame
And so we die on

Dodging shrapnel and wire
straight at the cannon fire
Running blind as I hold my
Say a prayer symphony of

As we charge the enemy
A burst of and we go down
I a cry but no-one hears
Fell the blood go my throat

Home, far
From the war, a chance to again
Home, far
But the war, no chance to again

See my spirit on the
Across the lines, the hill
Friend and foe will meet
Those who at Paschendale