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

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

He speaks to me in French
Of a life inside a trench
Of the look of and the ghastly stench
I do my best to him

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

Hold me neath the Paris
Let's not of how or why
soon 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 around him

die in the trenches and they die in the air
In Belguim and France the dead are
They die so so fast there's no time to
A decent grave to 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 forgotten how
And there's nothing, that can save him now
But there's always another with the same bow
And who am I to deny

Lux aeterna, e-is
Domine cum tu-is in aeternum
pius es
Requiem aeternaum e-is Domine
Qui-a es
the war is over

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