🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Christmas 1915 - Celtic Thunder

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