🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Christmas 1915 - Celtic Thunder

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