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

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