Luyện nghe bài hát 1917

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

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

Let us dance beneath the
I'll sing to you, "Claire de
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 two roses in a vase
Two sadly out of place
Like the gallant smile on his haggard
I tease him

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

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

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

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

Oh I'd for him but I've 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, Luce-at
cum sanctic tu-is in aeternum
Qui-a es
aeternaum dona e-is Domine
Qui-a es
Tonight the war is

Requiem aeternaum dona Domine
Qui-a es
Et lux perpetua luce-at- e-is Cum tu-is in
Aeternum es
Tonight the war is