Luyện nghe bài hát Paschendale

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

Relive all that he's through
Last communion of his
your bullets with his tears
Let me you 'bout his years

Laying low in a blood trench
Kill Tim 'til my own death
On my face I can feel the falling
see my friends again

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

Whistles, and more gun fire
Lifeless hang on barbed 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
time about to begin

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

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

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

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

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

I stand my ground for the very last
Gun is ready as I stand in
wait for the whistle to blow
Rush of blood and we go

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

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

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