Luyện nghe bài hát Paschendale

In a field he lay
soldier, unknown grave
On his dying he prays
Tell the world of

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

Laying low in a blood filled
Kill Tim 'til my own death
On my I can feel the falling rain
Never see my again

In the smoke, in the mud and
Smell the fear and the of dread
Soon be time to go over the
fire and the end of us all

Whistles, shouts and more gun
Lifeless bodies hang on barbed
Battlefield nothing but a tomb
Be reunited with my dead friends

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

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

The of ours and our foes
The sea of it overflows
In no man's land, God only
jaws of death we go

Crucified as if on a
Allied troops they their loss
German war machine
Such before has been seen

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

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

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

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

shrapnel and barbed wire
Running at the cannon fire
Running blind as I hold my
Say a prayer symphony of

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

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

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