🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Christmas 1915 - Celtic Thunder

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