🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Christmas 1915 - Celtic Thunder

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