Luyện nghe bài hát The Grave

The grave that dug him had flowers
Gathered from the hillsides in bright summer
And the brown earth bleached
At the edge of his gravestone, gone

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

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

But the of night was shattered by fire
As guns and grenades blasted through the air
One after another his were slaughtered
In morgue of marines, standing there

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

This
This
earth
Is my

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