Luyện nghe bài hát Paschendale

In a foreign he lay
Lonely soldier, unknown
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 'til my very own
On my face I can the falling rain
Never see my friends

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

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

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

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

The of ours and our foes
The sea of it overflows
In no man's land, God knows
jaws of death we go

Crucified as if on a
Allied troops mourn their loss
German war propaganda
before has never been seen

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

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

I stand my for the very last time
Gun is as I stand in line
Nervous wait for the to blow
of blood and over we go

Blood is falling like the
Its crimson cloak unveils
The sound of guns hide their shame
And so we die on

Dodging and barbed wire
Running at the cannon fire
Running blind as I my breath
Say a symphony of death

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

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

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