Luyện nghe bài hát 1917

The young man who comes to me
A soldier on a three day
Who one night's cheap ecstasy
And a woman's 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 deny

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

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

He puts two in a vase
Two sadly out of place
Like the gallant smile on his face
Playfully I 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 too fast
He falls asleep his face a
He wakes with the shakes and he drinks his flask
I put my around him

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

Old world glory old fame
The old worlds gone gone up in
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 there's always another with the same bow
And who am I to deny

Lux aeterna, e-is
Domine cum sanctic in aeternum
pius es
Requiem aeternaum e-is Domine
Qui-a es
the war is over

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