Luyện nghe bài hát Paschendale

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

Relive all that been through
Last of his soul
Rust bullets with his tears
Let me you 'bout his years

low in a blood filled trench
Kill Tim my very own death
On my face I can feel the falling
Never see my friends

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As we charge the enemy
A burst of and we go down
I choke a cry but no-one
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
Those who at Paschendale