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 filled
Tim 'til my very own death
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
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 but a bloody tomb
Be with my dead friends soon

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

shrapnel and barbed wire
Running straight at the cannon
Running as I hold my breath
Say a symphony of death

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

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

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