Luyện nghe bài hát Paschendale

In a field he lay
soldier, unknown grave
On his dying he prays
Tell the world of

all that he's been through
Last of his soul
Rust your with his tears
Let me tell you his years

Laying low in a blood trench
Kill Tim 'til my own death
On my I can feel the falling rain
Never see my again

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

Whistles, and more gun fire
bodies hang on barbed wire
Battlefield but a bloody tomb
Be reunited my dead friends soon

Many soldiers eighteen
Drown in mud, no more
a war no-one can win
Killing time to begin

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

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

as if on a cross
Allied they mourn their loss
war propaganda machine
Such before has been seen

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

Cruelty has a heart
Every man does his part
Terror of the men we
The heart is hungry still

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

Blood is like the rain
Its cloak unveils again
The sound of can't hide their 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 of fire 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 live
Home, far
But the war, no chance to live

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