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

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