Luyện nghe bài hát 1917

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

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

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

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

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

Hold me 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 asleep his face a mask
He wakes with the shakes and he from his flask
I put my arms him

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

Old world old world fame
The old worlds gone gone up in
will ever be the same
And nothing forever

Oh I'd for him but I've 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 them

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

Requiem aeternaum dona e-is
Qui-a es
Et lux luce-at- e-is Cum sancris tu-is in
Aeternum es
Tonight the war is