Luyện nghe bài hát The Great One-Handed Brag

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

everyting is done
the war is won
he's standing all
the russian blow cold
his story must be
the one-handed brag

all the bodies decaying
you up smelling of roses
you take the decision
to on
you think of josephine
back home fields were green
and no sweat, no blood, no stench,
no coil.

everything is done
the war is won
he's all alone
the russian blow cold
his story must be
the one-handed brag

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

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

when is done
the war is won
he's all alone
the russian winds blow
the must be told
the great one-handed