Luyện nghe bài hát Paschendale

In a field he lay
soldier, unknown grave
On his words he prays
the world of Paschendale

Relive all that been through
communion of his soul
Rust your with his tears
Let me tell you his years

Laying low in a filled trench
Kill Tim 'til my very own
On my face I can feel the rain
see my friends 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 gun fire
Lifeless hang on barbed wire
nothing but a bloody tomb
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
the war, a chance to live again
Home, far
But the war, no chance to again

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

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

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

has a human heart
Every man play 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 for the whistle to blow
of blood and over we go

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

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

As we the enemy lines
A of fire and we go down
I choke a cry but hears
Fell the blood go my throat

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

See my spirit on the
Across the lines, the hill
Friend and foe meet again
Those who at Paschendale