Luyện nghe bài hát Old Churchyard

Come, come me to the old churchyard
I so well know those 'neath the soft green sward
slumber in there that we want to regard
We will trace out names in the old churchyard

Mourn not for them for their trials are
Why weep for who will weep no more?
For is their sleep, though cold and hard
pillows may be in the old churchyard

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

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

Why weep for me for I'm to go
To that haven of rest no tears ever flow
And I fear none my fate when it's time to
I set with the sun in the old churchyard

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

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

The trumpets will in the hills near and far
Will up the dead in the old churchyard