🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Christmas 1915 - Celtic Thunder

 On the western front the  all died away
 And laying  the mud on bags of sand
 We heard a German sing from  man's land
 He had tenor voice so pure  true
 The words were strange but  note we knew
 Soaring ore the  living dead and dammed
 The German  of peace from no man's land
 
 They left their trenches and we left 
 Beneath tin  the smiles bloomed like wild flowers
 With photos cigarettes and pots of 
 We built a  truce on the front line
 Their singer was a  of 21
 We  another song before the dawn
 And sitting in  mud and blood and feed
 He sang again the song all  to hear
 
 Silent night, no cannons 
  king is born of peace for evermore
 All's calm, all's 
 All brothers  in hand
 In 19 and 15 in no man's 
 
 And in the morning all  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 that sang in  man's land
 
 Silent  no cannons roar
 A king is born of peace for 
 All's calm,  bright
  brothers hand in hand
 And that young soldier 
  the song of peace still rings
 Though the captains and all the 
 Built  man's land
 
 Sleep  heavenly peace