Luyện nghe bài hát The Great One-Handed Brag

And the fires are burning
under the pillars of
i the wind is still howling
"go home"
and looking out of 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 winds blow cold
his must be told
the great brag

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

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

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

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

everyting is done
the war is won
standing all alone
the russian blow cold
the must be told
the great brag