Luyện nghe bài hát Paschendale

In a foreign he lay
Lonely soldier, unknown
On his dying he prays
the world of Paschendale

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

Laying low in a blood filled
Kill Tim my very own death
On my I can feel the falling rain
Never see my again

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, shouts and gun fire
bodies hang on barbed wire
Battlefield nothing but a tomb
Be with my dead friends soon

Many soldiers years
Drown in mud, no tears
Surely a war can win
time about to begin

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dodging shrapnel and wire
Running at the cannon fire
Running blind as I my breath
Say a prayer of death

As we charge the lines
A burst of fire and we go
I choke a cry but hears
Fell the blood go down my

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

See my on the wind
Across the lines, beyond the
Friend and foe will meet
who died at Paschendale