Luyện nghe bài hát 1917

The strange man who comes to me
A soldier on a day spree
Who needs one night's ecstasy
And a woman's arms to him

He greets me a courtly bow
And hides his pain by proud
He too much and he laughs too loud
How can I him?

Let us beneath the moon
I'll sing to you, "Claire de
The always comes too soon
But the war is over

He speaks to me in French
Of a soldier's inside a trench
Of the of death and the ghastly stench
I do my to please him

He puts two roses in a
Two roses out of place
Like the gallant smile on his haggard
Playfully I him

Hold me the Paris skies
not talk of how or why
Tomorrow's enough to die
But the war is over

We love too hard too fast
He asleep his face a mask
He wakes the shakes and he drinks from his flask
I put my arms him

They die in the and they die in the air
In Belguim and France the are everywhere
They die so so fast no time to prepare
A decent to surround them

Old glory old world fame
The old gone gone up in flames
will ever be the same
And lasts forever

Oh I'd pray for him but I've how
And there's nothing, nothing can save him now
But always another with the same funny bow
And who am I to deny

Lux aeterna, e-is
Domine cum sanctic tu-is in
pius es
Requiem aeternaum dona e-is
pius es
Tonight the war is

Requiem aeternaum dona Domine
Qui-a es
Et lux perpetua luce-at- Cum sancris tu-is in
qui-api-us es
Tonight the war is