Dulce Et Decorum Est by Wilfred Owen. Beethoven - Symphony No.7 - 2nd Movement (excerpt). Lyrics

Song	Dulce Et Decorum Est by Wilfred Owen. Beethoven - Symphony No.7 - 2nd Movement (excerpt).
Artist	Ben Whishaw
Album	Words For You
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[00:17.62]	Bent double， like old beggars under sacks，
[00:21.26]	Knock-kneed， coughing like hags， we cursed through sludge，
[00:26.75]	Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
[00:30.82]	And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
[00:35.75]	Men marched asleep.
[00:39.27]	Many had lost their boots.
[00:40.44]	But limped on， blood-shod.
[00:44.57]	All went lame； all blind；
[00:48.08]	Drunk with fatigue； deaf even to the hoots
[00:51.68]	of disappointed shells that dropped behind.
[00:55.71]	Gas！ Gas！ Quick， boys！ - An ecstasy of fumbling，
[01:00.28]	Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time；
[01:03.18]	But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
[01:05.52]	And floundering like a man in fire or lime ……
[01:08.90]	Dim， through the misty panes and thick green light，
[01:12.11]	As under a green sea， I saw him drowning.
[01:18.35]	In all my dreams， before my helpless sight，
[01:22.40]	He plunges at me， guttering， choking， drowning.
[01:31.34]	If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
[01:34.44]	Behind the wagon that we flung him in，
[01:37.11]	And watch the white eyes writhing in his face，
[01:40.24]	His hanging face， like a devil's sick of sin；
[01:44.71]	If you could hear， at every jolt， the blood
[01:48.16]	Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs，
[01:51.63]	Obscene as cancer， bitter as the cud of vile，
[01:55.24]	Incurable sores on innocent tongues，
[01:58.56]	My friend， you would not tell with such high zest
[02:02.92]	To children ardent for some desperate glory，
[02:07.76]	The old Lie： Dulce et decorum est
[02:12.25]	Pro patria mori.
[02:17.48]

[00:17.62]	Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
[00:21.26]	Knockkneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
[00:26.75]	Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
[00:30.82]	And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
[00:35.75]	Men marched asleep.
[00:39.27]	Many had lost their boots.
[00:40.44]	But limped on, bloodshod.
[00:44.57]	All went lame all blind
[00:48.08]	Drunk with fatigue deaf even to the hoots
[00:51.68]	of disappointed shells that dropped behind.
[00:55.71]	Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! An ecstasy of fumbling,
[01:00.28]	Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time
[01:03.18]	But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
[01:05.52]	And floundering like a man in fire or lime
[01:08.90]	Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
[01:12.11]	As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
[01:18.35]	In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
[01:22.40]	He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
[01:31.34]	If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
[01:34.44]	Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
[01:37.11]	And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
[01:40.24]	His hanging face, like a devil' s sick of sin
[01:44.71]	If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
[01:48.16]	Come gargling from the frothcorrupted lungs,
[01:51.63]	Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud of vile,
[01:55.24]	Incurable sores on innocent tongues,
[01:58.56]	My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
[02:02.92]	To children ardent for some desperate glory,
[02:07.76]	The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
[02:12.25]	Pro patria mori.
[02:17.48]

[00:17.62]	Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
[00:21.26]	Knockkneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
[00:26.75]	Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
[00:30.82]	And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
[00:35.75]	Men marched asleep.
[00:39.27]	Many had lost their boots.
[00:40.44]	But limped on, bloodshod.
[00:44.57]	All went lame all blind
[00:48.08]	Drunk with fatigue deaf even to the hoots
[00:51.68]	of disappointed shells that dropped behind.
[00:55.71]	Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! An ecstasy of fumbling,
[01:00.28]	Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time
[01:03.18]	But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
[01:05.52]	And floundering like a man in fire or lime
[01:08.90]	Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
[01:12.11]	As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
[01:18.35]	In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
[01:22.40]	He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
[01:31.34]	If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
[01:34.44]	Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
[01:37.11]	And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
[01:40.24]	His hanging face, like a devil' s sick of sin
[01:44.71]	If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
[01:48.16]	Come gargling from the frothcorrupted lungs,
[01:51.63]	Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud of vile,
[01:55.24]	Incurable sores on innocent tongues,
[01:58.56]	My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
[02:02.92]	To children ardent for some desperate glory,
[02:07.76]	The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
[02:12.25]	Pro patria mori.
[02:17.48]

Dulce Et Decorum Est by Wilfred Owen. Beethoven - Symphony No.7 - 2nd Movement (excerpt). Lyrics

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