Luyện nghe bài hát Paschendale

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

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

Laying low in a blood trench
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 time to go the wall
Rapid and the end of us all

Whistles, shouts and gun fire
Lifeless hang on barbed wire
Battlefield nothing but a tomb
Be reunited my dead friends soon

soldiers eighteen years
Drown in mud, no more
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 chance to live

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

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

I heard the angels cry
Pray to god no may die
So that know the truth
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 ground for the last time
Gun is as I stand in line
Nervous for the whistle to blow
Rush of and over we go

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

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

As we charge the enemy
A burst of fire and we go
I choke a cry but hears
Fell the blood go my throat

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

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