Luyện nghe bài hát Paschendale

In a foreign he lay
Lonely soldier, grave
On his dying words he
Tell the of Paschendale

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

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

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

Whistles, shouts and gun fire
Lifeless bodies on barbed wire
Battlefield nothing but a bloody
Be reunited with my friends soon

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

Home, far
From the war, a chance to live
Home, far
But the war, no chance to 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 they mourn their loss
German war propaganda
Such has never been seen

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

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

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

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

Dodging and barbed wire
Running straight at the fire
Running as I hold my breath
Say a symphony of death

As we charge the enemy
A of fire and we go down
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 on the wind
Across the lines, the hill
Friend and foe will meet
Those who at Paschendale