Luyện nghe bài hát Paschendale

In a foreign he lay
Lonely soldier, unknown
On his dying he prays
Tell the of Paschendale

Relive all that been through
communion of his soul
Rust your bullets with his
Let me you 'bout his years

Laying low in a blood filled
Tim 'til my very own death
On my face I can the falling rain
see my friends again

In the smoke, in the mud and
Smell the fear and the feeling of
Soon be to go over the wall
Rapid and the end of us all

Whistles, shouts and gun fire
Lifeless bodies hang on wire
Battlefield nothing but a bloody
Be with my dead friends soon

Many soldiers eighteen
Drown in mud, no tears
a war no-one can win
Killing about to begin

Home, far
From the war, a chance to live
Home, far
But the war, no to live again

The of ours and our foes
The sea of death it
In no land, God only knows
Into of death we go

as if on a cross
Allied troops they their loss
war propaganda machine
Such before has never been

Swear I the angels cry
to god no more may die
So that people the truth
Tell the tale of

Cruelty has a human
Every man does his part
of the men we kill
The heart is hungry still

I stand my ground for the very time
Gun is ready as I stand in
wait for the whistle to blow
Rush of blood and we go

Blood is falling the rain
Its crimson cloak unveils
The of guns can't hide their shame
And so we die on

Dodging shrapnel and barbed
Running at the cannon fire
blind as I hold my breath
Say a symphony of death

As we charge the enemy
A burst of fire and we go
I a cry but no-one hears
Fell the go down my throat

Home, far
From the war, a chance to again
Home, far
But the war, no to live again

See my spirit on the
Across the lines, the hill
Friend and foe will again
Those who at Paschendale