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

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