Luyện nghe bài hát Paschendale

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

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

low in a blood filled trench
Kill Tim my very own death
On my face I can the falling rain
Never see my again

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

Whistles, and more gun fire
bodies hang on barbed wire
Battlefield nothing but a tomb
Be reunited with my dead friends

soldiers eighteen years
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 death it
In no man's land, God only
Into of death we go

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

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

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

I stand my ground for the last time
Gun is ready as I in line
Nervous for the whistle to blow
Rush of and over we go

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

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

As we the enemy lines
A burst of and we go down
I a cry but no-one hears
Fell the go down my throat

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

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