🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Christmas 1915 - Celtic Thunder

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