Luyện nghe bài hát Paschendale

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

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

low in a blood filled trench
Kill Tim my very own death
On my I can feel the falling rain
see my friends again

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

Whistles, and more gun fire
Lifeless bodies hang on barbed
Battlefield nothing but a bloody
Be reunited my dead friends soon

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

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

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

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

Swear I heard the cry
Pray to god no may die
So that know the truth
Tell the of Paschendale

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

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

is falling like the rain
Its crimson cloak again
The sound of guns 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 of death

As we charge the lines
A burst of fire and we go
I choke a cry but no-one
Fell the blood go down my

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

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