Luyện nghe bài hát Old Churchyard

Come, come with me to the old
I so well know paths 'neath the soft green sward
Friends in there that we want to regard
We trace out their names in the old churchyard

Mourn not for for their trials are o'er
Why weep for who will weep no more?
For sweet is their sleep, though cold and
Their pillows may be in the old

I know that it's vain when our depart
To breathe kind words to a broken
And I know that the joy of life is
we follow lost friends to the old churchyard

But I at rest 'neath yonder tree
Why you weep, my friends, for me?
I'm so weary, so wayworn, why you retard
The I seek in the old churchyard?

Why weep for me for I'm to go
To that haven of rest where no ever flow
And I fear my fate when it's time to depart
I will set with the sun in the old

I rest in the that one bright day
Sunshine will burst through these prisons of
The trumpets sound in the hills near and far
Will wake up the in the old churchyard

I in the hope that one bright day
Sunshine burst through these prisons of clay
The trumpets will sound in the hills and far
Will wake up the in the old churchyard

The trumpets will sound in the near and far
Will wake up the in the old churchyard