🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Christmas 1915 - Celtic Thunder

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