🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Christmas 1915 - Celtic Thunder

 On the western front the guns all  away
 And laying in  mud on bags of sand
 We heard a German sing  no man's land
 He had tenor voice so pure and 
 The words  strange but every note we knew
 Soaring ore the the living  and dammed
 The German sang of peace  no man's land
 
 They  their 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 another  before the dawn
 And sitting in  mud and blood and feed
 He sang again the song all  to hear
 
 Silent night, no  roar
 A king is born of peace for 
 All's calm,  bright
  brothers hand in hand
  19 and 15 in no man's land
 
 And in the morning all the  boomed in the rain
 And we killed them and they killed  again
  night they charged we fought them hand to hand
 And i killed the boy that sang  no man's land
 
  night, no cannons roar
 A king is  of peace for evermore
  calm, all's bright
 All brothers  in hand
 And  young soldier sings
 And  song of peace still rings
 Though the captains and all  kings
 Built  man's land
 
 Sleep in  peace