Luyện nghe bài hát 1917

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

He greets me a courtly bow
And his pain by acting proud
He drinks too 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 to me in schoolboy French
Of a soldier's inside a trench
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
Like the gallant smile on his haggard
Playfully I him

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

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

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

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

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

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

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