Luyện nghe bài hát 1917

The strange young man who to me
A soldier on a day spree
Who one night's cheap ecstasy
And a woman's arms to him

He me with a courtly bow
And hides his by acting proud
He too much and he laughs too loud
How can I deny

Let us beneath the moon
I'll sing to you, "Claire de
The morning comes too soon
But the war is over

He to me in schoolboy French
Of a soldier's life a trench
Of the look of and the ghastly stench
I do my best to him

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

me neath the Paris skies
Let's not of how or why
Tomorrow's enough to die
But the war is over

We make love too too fast
He falls his face a mask
He with the shakes and he drinks from his flask
I put my around him

They die in the trenches and die in the air
In Belguim and France the are everywhere
They die so so fast there's no to prepare
A grave to surround them

Old world 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, that can save him now
But there's another with the same funny bow
And who am I to them

Lux aeterna, Luce-at
cum sanctic tu-is in aeternum
Qui-a es
Requiem aeternaum dona e-is
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