Luyện nghe bài hát Paschendale

In a foreign he lay
Lonely soldier, grave
On his dying he prays
Tell the world of

Relive all that he's through
communion of his soul
Rust your bullets his tears
Let me you 'bout his years

Laying low in a blood trench
Kill Tim 'til my very own
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, and more gun fire
Lifeless bodies hang on wire
Battlefield but a bloody tomb
Be reunited with my dead friends

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

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

The bodies of ours and our
The sea of it overflows
In no man's land, God knows
Into jaws of we go

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

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

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

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

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

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

As we charge the lines
A of fire and we go down
I choke a cry but hears
the blood go down my throat

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

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