Luyện nghe bài hát Paschendale

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

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

Laying low in a filled trench
Tim 'til my very own death
On my I can feel the falling rain
Never see my friends

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

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

soldiers eighteen years
Drown in mud, no more
a war no-one can win
Killing about to begin

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dodging shrapnel and wire
Running straight at the fire
Running blind as I hold my
Say a prayer symphony of

As we charge the lines
A of fire and we go down
I a cry but no-one hears
the blood go down my throat

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

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