🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Christmas 1915 - Celtic Thunder

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