Luyện nghe bài hát Paschendale

In a field he lay
soldier, unknown grave
On his words he prays
Tell the of Paschendale

all that he's been through
Last communion of his
Rust your with his tears
Let me tell you his years

Laying low in a filled trench
Tim 'til my very own death
On my I can feel 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
fire and the end of us all

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

Many soldiers years
in mud, no more tears
Surely a war can win
Killing time about to

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

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

Crucified as if on a
Allied they mourn their loss
German war propaganda
before has never been seen

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

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

I stand my ground for the last time
Gun is as I stand in line
wait for the whistle to blow
Rush of and over we go

Blood is like the rain
Its cloak unveils again
The sound of guns can't hide shame
And so we die on

Dodging shrapnel and wire
straight at the cannon fire
Running blind as I my breath
Say a prayer of death

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

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

See my on the wind
the lines, beyond the hill
Friend and foe will meet
who died at Paschendale