Luyện nghe bài hát Paschendale

In a field he lay
Lonely soldier, grave
On his dying he prays
Tell the of Paschendale

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

Laying low in a filled trench
Kill Tim 'til my 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 to go over the wall
fire and the end of us all

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Blood is falling like the
Its cloak unveils again
The sound of can't hide their shame
And so we die on

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

As we charge the lines
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