Luyện nghe bài hát 1917

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

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

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

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

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

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

We make too hard too fast
He falls asleep his face a
He wakes with the shakes and he drinks from his
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 no time to prepare
A decent grave to surround

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

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 sanctic in aeternum
Qui-a es
Requiem aeternaum e-is Domine
Qui-a es
Tonight the war is

Requiem aeternaum e-is Domine
pius es
Et lux perpetua luce-at- Cum sancris tu-is in
Aeternum es
the war is over