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

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