Luyện nghe bài hát The Great One-Handed Brag

And the fires are burning
under the pillars of
i hear the is still howling
"go home"
and out of your window
you see a new tomorrow
and no one is standing in way

when everyting is
the war is won
he's standing all
the russian winds blow
his story be told
the great brag

through all the bodies
you up smelling of roses
you the final decision
to on
you of sweet josephine
back home where were green
and no sweat, no blood, no stench,
no coil.

everything is done
the war is won
standing all alone
the winds blow cold
his must be told
the one-handed brag

(verse en francais)
[ translates as:
In blue
On the big
I the wind blow
me
It's the ]

oh
and the are all in retreat
you'd better wise up and face
and a million men lie dying

when everyting is
the war is won
he's all alone
the russian winds cold
the story be told
the great one-handed