Luyện nghe bài hát Paschendale

In a field he lay
Lonely soldier, unknown
On his dying words he
Tell the of Paschendale

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

Laying low in a filled 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, shouts and more gun
Lifeless bodies hang on barbed
Battlefield nothing but a tomb
Be reunited my dead friends soon

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

Home, far
From the war, a chance to 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 only
Into jaws of we go

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

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

Cruelty has a human
Every man play 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
Rush of blood and we go

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

shrapnel and barbed wire
Running straight at the fire
Running blind as I my breath
Say a prayer symphony of

As we charge the lines
A burst of fire and we go
I choke a cry but hears
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 on the wind
the lines, beyond the hill
Friend and foe will meet
who died at Paschendale