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 woman's arms to him

He greets me with a bow
And hides his pain by acting
He too much and he laughs too loud
How can I deny

Let us dance the moon
I'll to you, "Claire de Lune'
The morning always 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 in a vase
Two sadly out of place
Like the smile on his haggard face
Playfully I him

Hold me neath the Paris
not talk of how or why
Tomorrow's soon to die
But tonight the war is

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

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

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

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

Lux aeterna, Luce-at
cum sanctic tu-is in aeternum
Qui-a es
aeternaum dona e-is Domine
Qui-a es
Tonight the war is

Requiem aeternaum e-is Domine
Qui-a es
Et lux perpetua e-is Cum sancris tu-is in
Aeternum es
Tonight the war is