Luyện nghe bài hát 1917

The strange young man who to me
A on a three day spree
Who needs one night's cheap
And a arms to hide him

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Old world old world fame
The old worlds gone up in flames
Nothing 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
Requiem aeternaum dona e-is
Qui-a es
the war is over

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