Luyện nghe bài hát 1917

The young man who comes to me
A on a three day spree
Who one night's cheap ecstasy
And a woman's to hide him

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

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

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

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

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

We make too hard too fast
He falls asleep his face a
He with the shakes 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
They die so so fast there's no time to
A decent to surround them

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

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

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

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