Luyện nghe bài hát 1917

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

He greets me a courtly bow
And hides his pain by acting
He drinks too much and he laughs too
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 of death and the ghastly stench
I do my best to him

He puts two in a vase
Two roses sadly out of
the gallant 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 love too hard too fast
He falls his face a mask
He wakes with the and he drinks from his flask
I put my arms him

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

Old world glory old fame
The old worlds gone up in flames
Nothing will be the same
And nothing 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 same bow
And who am I to deny

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

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