🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Christmas 1915 - Celtic Thunder

 On the western front  guns all died away
 And laying in the mud  bags of sand
 We  a German sing from no man's land
 He had tenor voice so  and true
 The words were  but every note we knew
 Soaring ore  the living dead and dammed
 The German sang of peace from no man's 
 
 They  their trenches and we left ours
 Beneath tin hats the  bloomed like wild flowers
 With photos cigarettes and pots  wine
 We built a soldier's truce  the front line
 Their singer  a lad of 21
 We begged another song  the dawn
 And sitting in the mud and blood and 
  sang again the song all longed to hear
 
  night, no cannons roar
 A king is born of  for evermore
 All's calm,  bright
 All brothers  in hand
 In 19 and 15 in  man's land
 
  in the morning all the guns boomed in the rain
 And we killed them and they killed us 
 At night they  we fought them hand to hand
 And i killed  boy that sang in no man's land
 
 Silent night, no  roar
 A king is born of peace for 
  calm, all's bright
 All brothers hand  hand
  that young soldier sings
 And the song of  still rings
 Though the captains and all the 
 Built no man's 
 
 Sleep  heavenly peace