🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Christmas 1915 - Celtic Thunder

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