Luyện nghe bài hát Paschendale

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

Relive all that 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 'til my very own
On my I can feel the falling rain
Never see my 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 more gun
Lifeless bodies on barbed wire
nothing but a bloody tomb
Be reunited with my dead friends

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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