Luyện nghe bài hát 1917

The strange young man who to me
A soldier on a day spree
Who needs one cheap ecstasy
And a woman's arms to him

He me with a courtly bow
And hides his pain by acting
He too much and he laughs too loud
How can I deny

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

He to me in schoolboy French
Of a life inside a trench
Of the of death and the ghastly stench
I do my to please him

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

Hold me neath the Paris
Let's not of how or why
Tomorrow's enough to die
But the war is over

We make too hard too fast
He falls asleep his 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 France the dead are
They die so so fast there's no to prepare
A grave to surround them

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

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 them

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

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