Luyện nghe bài hát The Green Fields of France

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How do you do young mcbride,
Do you if I sit here down by your graveside,
And for a while 'neath the warm summer sun,
I've walking all day and I'm nearly done
I see by gravestone you were only 19
you joined the great fall-in in 1916
I hope you died and I hope you died clean
Or young willie mcbride was it and obscene.

Did they beat the drum slowly did they play the lowly
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you
Did the play the last post and chorus
Did the pipes play the flowers of the

Did you leave a or a sweetheart behind
In some heart is your memory enshrined
Although you died in 1916
In faithful heart are you forever 19
Or are you a stranger without even a
Enclosed then behind a glass frame
In an old photograph torn, battered and
And faded to yellow in a brown frame.

Did they beat the drum did they play the fife lowly
Did they sound the death march as they you down
Did the band play the last post and
Did the pipes play the of the forest

The sun now it shines on the green fields of
a warm summer breeze makes the red poppies dance
And look how the sun from under the clouds
There's no gas, no barbwire, no guns firing now
But here in this it's still no man's land
The countless white crosses mute in the sand
To man's indifference to his fellow man
To a whole that were butchered and damned.

Did beat the drum slowly did they play the fife lowly
Did they sound the death march as they you down
Did the band play the last and chorus
Did the pipes play the of the forest

Now young mcbride I can't help wonder why
Do those that lie here why did they die
Did they believe when they the call
Did they really that this war would end wars
the sorrow, the suffering, the glory, the pain
The and the dying were all done in vain
For willie mcbride it all happened again,
And again and again and and again

Did they beat the drum slowly did they play the fife
Did sound the death march as they lowered you down
Did the play the last post and chorus
Did the pipes the flowers of the forest