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 communion of his
Rust your with his tears
Let me tell you his years

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

In the smoke, in the mud and
the fear 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 hang on barbed
Battlefield nothing but a bloody
Be with my dead friends soon

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

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

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

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

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

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

I stand my ground for the last time
Gun is ready as I in line
wait for the whistle to blow
Rush of and over we go

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

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

As we charge the enemy
A of fire and we go down
I choke a cry but hears
the blood go down 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, the hill
Friend and foe will again
who died at Paschendale