Luyện nghe bài hát 1917

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 forgotten how
And there's nothing, nothing that can him now
But there's always another the same 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
pius es
Tonight the war is

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