Luyện nghe bài hát 1917

The young man who comes to me
A soldier on a three day
Who needs one night's cheap
And a arms to hide him

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

Let us dance the moon
I'll to you, "Claire de Lune'
The morning always comes too
But tonight the war is

He speaks to me in schoolboy
Of a soldier's life a trench
Of the look of death and the ghastly
I do my best to him

He two roses in a vase
Two sadly out of place
Like the gallant on his haggard face
I tease him

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

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

die in the trenches and they die in the air
In Belguim and the dead are everywhere
They die so so fast there's no time to
A decent to surround them

Old world old world fame
The old worlds gone up in flames
will ever be the same
And nothing forever

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

Lux aeterna, Luce-at
Domine cum tu-is in aeternum
pius es
Requiem aeternaum dona Domine
Qui-a es
the war is over

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