Luyện nghe bài hát 1917

The strange young man who to me
A on a three day spree
Who needs one night's ecstasy
And a woman's to hide him

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Old world glory old fame
The old gone gone up in flames
Nothing ever be the same
And nothing lasts

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

Lux aeterna, e-is
Domine cum sanctic tu-is in
pius es
Requiem dona e-is Domine
Qui-a es
the war is over

Requiem dona e-is Domine
pius es
Et lux perpetua e-is Cum sancris tu-is in
qui-api-us es
Tonight the war is