Luyện nghe bài hát 1917

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

He greets me with a bow
And hides his 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 morning always too soon
But the war is over

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

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

Hold me neath the skies
not talk of how or why
Tomorrow's enough to die
But tonight the war is

We make love too hard too
He asleep his face a mask
He wakes with the shakes and he drinks from his
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 time to
A decent grave to them

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

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

Lux aeterna, Luce-at
Domine cum sanctic in aeternum
Qui-a es
Requiem aeternaum dona Domine
pius es
Tonight the war is

Requiem aeternaum dona Domine
pius es
Et lux perpetua luce-at- e-is Cum sancris in
qui-api-us es
Tonight the war is