Luyện nghe bài hát 1917

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

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

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

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

He puts two roses in a
Two roses sadly out of
Like the gallant smile on his 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 love too hard too fast
He falls his face a mask
He wakes with the shakes and he from his flask
I put my around him

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

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

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

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

Requiem dona e-is Domine
pius es
Et lux perpetua e-is Cum sancris tu-is in
qui-api-us es
Tonight the war is