Luyện nghe bài hát Paschendale

In a field he lay
Lonely soldier, grave
On his dying words he
the world of Paschendale

Relive all that he's through
Last communion of his
Rust your bullets with his
Let me tell you 'bout his

Laying low in a blood trench
Tim 'til my very own death
On my face I can the falling rain
Never see my friends

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

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

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 chance to again

The bodies of and our foes
The sea of death it
In no man's land, God only
Into of death we go

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

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

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

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

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

Dodging shrapnel and barbed
Running at the cannon fire
blind as I hold 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 chance to live

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