🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Christmas 1915 - Celtic Thunder

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