🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: The Green Fields Of France - Celtic Thunder

 Well how do you do, young  McBride,
 Do you mind if I  here down by your graveside,
 And rest  a while 'neath the warm summer sun,
 I've been walking all day and I'm  done.
 
  see by your gravestone you were only 19,
 You  the great fallin' in 1916.
 Well I hope you died quick, and I hope  died clean.
 Willy McBride, was it  and obscene?
 
 [Chorus:]
  they beat the drums slowly,
 Did they play the  lowly?
 Did they sound a death march as  lowered you down?
 Did the band play the last post  chorus?
 Did the pipes play the flowers  the forest?
 
  you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind,
 In some faithful heart, is  memory in shrine?
 And though you  back in 1916,
 In that  heart, you're forever 19.
 
 Or are you a stranger without even a 
 Enclosed forever behind  glass pane.
 In an old photograph, torn and battered and 
 And  to yellow in a brown yellow frame.
 
 [Chorus]
 
 Now Willy McBride, I can't help wondering 
 Do those  lie here know why they died.
 Did they really believe when they  the cause,
  they really believe that this war would end wars?
 
 But the  the sufferin', the glory, the pain
 The killing and dying were  done in vain.
 But, Willy McBride,  all happened again, and again, and again, and again, and again.
 
 [Chorus]
 
  the pipes play the flowers of the forest?