Luyện nghe bài hát Paschendale

In a foreign he lay
soldier, unknown grave
On his dying words he
the world of Paschendale

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

Laying low in a blood filled
Kill Tim 'til my own death
On my I can feel the falling rain
see my friends again

In the smoke, in the mud and
Smell the fear and the feeling of
Soon be to go over the wall
fire 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 soon

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

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

The bodies of ours and our
The sea of it overflows
In no man's land, God only
Into of death we go

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

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

Cruelty has a heart
man does play his part
Terror of the men we
The heart is hungry still

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

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

shrapnel and barbed wire
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 choke a cry but no-one
the blood go down my throat

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

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