Luyện nghe bài hát Paschendale

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

Relive all he's been through
Last of his soul
Rust your with his tears
Let me tell you 'bout his

low in a blood filled trench
Kill Tim 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
fire and the end of us all

Whistles, shouts and more gun
bodies hang on barbed wire
Battlefield but a bloody tomb
Be reunited with my friends soon

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 live
Home, far
But the war, no chance to live

The of ours and our foes
The sea of death it
In no land, God only knows
jaws of death we go

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

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

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

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

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

Dodging shrapnel and barbed
Running at the cannon fire
Running 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 blood go my throat

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

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