Luyện nghe bài hát 1917

The young man who comes to me
A soldier on a day spree
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 drinks too much and he too loud
How can I deny

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

He speaks to me in French
Of a life inside a trench
Of the look of death and the stench
I do my best to him

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

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

We make love too hard too
He falls asleep his 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 and France the dead are everywhere
They die so so there's no time to prepare
A decent to surround 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 nothing, nothing that can save him now
But there's always with the same funny bow
And who am I to deny

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

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