🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Christmas 1915 - Celtic Thunder

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