Luyện nghe bài hát 1917

The strange man who comes to me
A soldier on a three day
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 and he laughs too loud
How can I deny

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

He to me in schoolboy French
Of a soldier's life a trench
Of the look of death and the ghastly
I do my to please him

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

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

We make love too too fast
He falls asleep his face a
He wakes with the and he drinks from his flask
I put my arms him

They die in the trenches and 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 glory old world
The old worlds gone up in flames
Nothing will be the same
And nothing forever

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

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

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