Luyện nghe bài hát Paschendale

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

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

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

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

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

Many soldiers eighteen
in mud, no more tears
Surely a war can win
Killing time about to

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 it overflows
In no man's land, God knows
jaws of death we go

Crucified as if on a
Allied troops they mourn their
German war machine
Such has never been seen

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

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

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

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

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

As we the enemy lines
A of fire and we go down
I choke a cry but hears
Fell the go down 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
the lines, beyond the hill
Friend and foe will meet
Those who at Paschendale