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