Luyện nghe bài hát The Grave

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

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 knows we've done

And the rain fell like on the leaves of the flowers
Leaving brown, clay where the earth had been 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 sharp through the air
One after another his comrades slaughtered
In morgue of marines, alone standing

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

This
earth
This
Is my

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