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

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