🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Christmas 1915 - Celtic Thunder

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