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

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