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 arms to him

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

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

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

He puts two in a vase
Two roses sadly out of
Like the gallant smile on his haggard
I tease him

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

We make love too too fast
He falls his face a mask
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 dead are
They die so so fast no time to prepare
A decent grave to them

Old glory old world fame
The old worlds gone gone up in
Nothing ever 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 with the same funny bow
And who am I to them

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

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