🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Christmas 1915 - Celtic Thunder

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