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

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