Luyện nghe bài hát Paschendale

In a foreign he lay
soldier, unknown grave
On his words he prays
Tell the of Paschendale

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

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

In the smoke, in the mud and
Smell the fear and the of dread
Soon be to go over the wall
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 years
Drown in mud, no tears
a war no-one can win
Killing time about to

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 death it
In no man's land, God knows
Into of death we go

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

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

has a human 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 ready as I in line
Nervous wait for the whistle to
Rush of and over we go

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

Dodging shrapnel and wire
Running straight at the fire
Running 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 go down my throat

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

See my spirit on the
Across the lines, the hill
and foe will meet again
Those who at Paschendale