Luyện nghe bài hát Paschendale

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

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

Laying low in a blood trench
Kill Tim my very own death
On my face I can feel the falling
see my friends again

In the smoke, in the mud and
Smell the fear and the of dread
Soon be time to go over the
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

Many soldiers years
Drown in mud, no 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 to live again

The bodies of ours and our
The sea of death it
In no man's land, God knows
Into of death we go

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

Swear I the angels cry
to god no more may die
So that know the truth
Tell the of Paschendale

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

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 can't hide their shame
And so we die on

shrapnel and barbed wire
Running at the cannon fire
Running blind as I hold my
Say a prayer 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 my throat

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

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