Luyện nghe bài hát The Green Fields of France

Hướng dẫn luyện nghe

Bạn hãy nghe bài hát và điền từ còn thiếu vào các ô trống.
Sau khi điền hết, bạn nhấn nút gửi bài ở phía dưới để được chấm điểm.
Với những câu trả lời sai, bạn hãy rê chuột lên ô nhập để xem đáp án đúng.
Nếu bạn muốn luyện nghe lại với các ô trống khác thì click vào link "Làm lại bài điền từ khác" ở cuối bài.

Bắt đầu làm bài nào

How do you do willie mcbride,
Do you if I sit here down by your graveside,
And rest for a 'neath the warm summer sun,
I've been all day and I'm nearly done
I see by your you were only 19
When you joined the 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 the fife lowly
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you
Did the band play the last and chorus
Did the play the flowers of the forest

Did you leave a wife or a behind
In faithful heart is your memory enshrined
Although you died back in
In that heart are you forever 19
Or are you a stranger even a name
Enclosed forever behind a glass frame
In an old torn, battered and stained
And faded to in a brown leather frame.

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

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

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

Now willie 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 killing and the 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 play the fife lowly
Did they sound the death march as lowered you down
Did the band the last post and chorus
Did the pipes play the flowers of the