Luyện nghe bài hát 1917

The strange man who comes to me
A soldier on a three day
Who one night's cheap ecstasy
And a woman's to hide him

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

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

He to me in schoolboy French
Of a soldier's life inside a
Of the look of and the ghastly stench
I do my best to him

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

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

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

die in the trenches and they die in the air
In and France the dead are everywhere
die so so fast there's no time to prepare
A decent grave to surround

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

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

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

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