🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Christmas 1915 - Celtic Thunder

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