Luyện nghe bài hát 1917

The young man who comes to me
A soldier on a three day
Who needs one night's cheap
And a woman's to hide him

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

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

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

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

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

We make too hard too fast
He asleep his face a mask
He wakes the shakes and he drinks from his flask
I put my arms him

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

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

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

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

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