🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Christmas 1915 - Celtic Thunder

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