Luyện nghe bài hát The Grave

The grave that they dug him had
Gathered from the hillsides in summer colors
And the brown earth bleached
At the edge of his gravestone, he's

When the of our nation did beckon
A man barely twenty did the calling
Proud of the trust that he in our nation, he's gone
But eternity knows him and it what we've done

And the fell like pearls on the leaves of the flowers
Leaving brown, muddy clay where the earth had dry
And deep in the trench he waited for
As he held to his rifle and not to die

But the silence of was shattered by fire
As guns and grenades blasted sharp the air
One after another his comrades slaughtered
In morgue of marines, alone there

He ever lower, ever lower with fear
They can't let me die, they let me die here
I'll cover myself with the mud and the
And cover myself, I know I'm not brave

This
earth
This
Is my

The grave that dug him had flowers
Gathered from the hillsides in summer colors
And the brown earth white
At the edge of his gravestone, he's