Luyện nghe bài hát 1917

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

He greets me a courtly bow
And hides his pain by acting
He drinks too and he laughs too loud
How can I him?

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

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

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

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

We make love too too fast
He asleep his face a mask
He wakes with the 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
die so so fast there's no time to prepare
A grave to surround them

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

Oh I'd pray for him but forgotten how
And there's nothing, nothing that can 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
Qui-a es
Requiem dona e-is Domine
pius es
Tonight the war is

aeternaum dona e-is Domine
Qui-a es
Et lux perpetua luce-at- e-is Cum sancris in
Aeternum es
the war is over