Luyện nghe bài hát Paschendale

In a field he lay
Lonely soldier, grave
On his words he prays
Tell the of Paschendale

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

Laying low in a filled trench
Kill Tim 'til my very own
On my I can feel the falling rain
Never see my friends

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As we charge the lines
A burst of and we go down
I choke a cry but hears
the blood go down my throat

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

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