Luyện nghe bài hát 1917

The young man who comes to me
A on a three day spree
Who needs one cheap ecstasy
And a arms to hide him

He greets me with a bow
And hides his pain by proud
He drinks too much and he too loud
How can I him?

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

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

He puts two roses in a
Two roses out of place
Like the smile on his haggard face
I tease him

Hold me neath the Paris
Let's not of how or why
soon enough to die
But tonight the war is

We make too hard too fast
He falls his face a mask
He wakes with the shakes and he drinks his flask
I put my arms him

They die in the and they die in the air
In Belguim and France the dead are
die so so fast there's no time to prepare
A decent to surround them

Old glory old world fame
The old worlds gone gone up in
Nothing will 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 there's always another with the funny bow
And who am I to them

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

Requiem dona e-is Domine
Qui-a es
Et lux luce-at- e-is Cum sancris tu-is in
qui-api-us es
Tonight the war is