Luyện nghe bài hát 1917

The young 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 pain by acting
He too much and he laughs too loud
How can I deny

Let us dance the moon
I'll to you, "Claire de Lune'
The morning always too soon
But tonight the war is

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

He puts two roses in a
Two roses out of place
Like the gallant on his haggard face
I tease 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 from his flask
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 there's no to prepare
A decent grave to surround

Old world old world fame
The old worlds gone up in flames
Nothing will be the same
And nothing forever

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

Lux aeterna, e-is
Domine cum sanctic tu-is in
Qui-a es
aeternaum dona e-is Domine
Qui-a es
Tonight the war is

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