🎵 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  from no man's land
 He  tenor voice so pure and true
 The words were strange but every note we 
 Soaring ore  the living dead and dammed
 The German sang of  from no man's land
 
 They left their trenches and we left 
 Beneath tin  the smiles bloomed like wild flowers
  photos cigarettes and pots of wine
 We  a soldier's truce on the front line
 Their singer was a lad  21
 We begged another song before  dawn
 And sitting in the mud and  and feed
 He  again the song all longed to hear
 
  night, no cannons roar
 A king is born of  for evermore
 All's calm, all's 
 All brothers  in hand
 In 19 and  in no man's land
 
 And in the morning all the  boomed in the rain
 And we killed them and they  us again
 At night they charged we  them hand to hand
 And i killed the boy that sang in no man's 
 
 Silent night, no  roar
 A king is born  peace for evermore
 All's calm,  bright
 All  hand in hand
 And that young  sings
 And the  of peace still rings
 Though the  and all the kings
  no man's land
 
 Sleep in heavenly