Luyện nghe bài hát The Grave

The that they dug him had flowers
Gathered the hillsides in bright summer colors,
And the brown earth bleached at the edge of his gravestone.
gone.

When the of our nation did beckon,
A man twenty did answer the calling.
Proud of the that he placed in our nation,
gone,
But knows him, and it knows what we've done.

And the rain fell pearls on the leaves of the flowers
Leaving brown, clay where the earth had been dry.
And deep in the trench he for hours,
As he held to his and prayed not to die.

But the of night was shattered by fire
As and grenades blasted sharp through the air.
And one after another his comrades slaughtered.
In of Marines, alone standing there.

He crouched ever lower, ever lower fear.
"They can't let me die! The let me die here!
I'll cover myself the mud and the earth.
I'll myself! I know I'm not brave!
The earth! the earth! the is my grave."

When the wars of our did beckon,
A man barely twenty did the calling.
Proud of the trust he placed in our nation,
gone.