Luyện nghe bài hát Paschendale

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

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

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

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

Whistles, shouts and gun fire
Lifeless bodies on barbed wire
Battlefield but a bloody tomb
Be reunited my dead friends soon

Many eighteen years
Drown in mud, no tears
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 to live again

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

Crucified as if on a
troops they mourn their loss
German war propaganda
Such before has been seen

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

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

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

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

Dodging shrapnel and wire
Running straight at the cannon
Running blind as I hold my
Say a symphony of death

As we charge the lines
A of fire and we go down
I choke a cry but no-one
Fell the blood go my throat

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

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