Luyện nghe bài hát 1917

The strange young man who to me
A on a three day spree
Who needs one cheap ecstasy
And a woman's to hide him

He greets me a courtly bow
And his pain by acting proud
He drinks too and he laughs too loud
How can I deny

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

He speaks to me in French
Of a life inside a trench
Of the of death and the ghastly stench
I do my to please him

He puts two roses in a
Two roses sadly out of
the gallant smile on his haggard face
Playfully I him

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

We make love too too fast
He asleep his face a mask
He wakes with the and he drinks from his flask
I put my arms him

They die in the and they die in the air
In Belguim and the dead are everywhere
They die so so fast no time to prepare
A grave to surround them

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

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

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

Requiem aeternaum dona e-is
pius es
Et lux perpetua e-is Cum sancris tu-is in
Aeternum es
the war is over