Luyện nghe bài hát Paschendale

In a field he lay
soldier, unknown grave
On his dying words he
Tell the world of

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

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
Soon be time to go over the
Rapid and the end of us all

Whistles, shouts and more gun
Lifeless bodies hang on wire
Battlefield nothing but a tomb
Be reunited with my dead soon

Many soldiers years
Drown in mud, no tears
Surely a war can win
Killing time to begin

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

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

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

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

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

I stand my ground for the last time
Gun is ready as I stand in
wait for the whistle to blow
Rush of blood and 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 straight at the fire
Running blind as I hold my
Say a prayer of death

As we the enemy lines
A burst of fire and we go
I choke a cry but no-one
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 spirit on the
Across the lines, the hill
Friend and foe will meet
Those who died at