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

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