🎵 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  a German sing from no man's land
 He  tenor 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 left their trenches and  left ours
 Beneath tin  the smiles bloomed like wild flowers
  photos cigarettes and pots of wine
  built a soldier's truce on the front line
 Their singer was a lad  21
 We begged  song before the dawn
 And sitting  the mud and blood and feed
 He sang again the song  longed to hear
 
 Silent night, no  roar
 A king is born of peace  evermore
 All's calm, all's 
 All brothers hand in 
 In 19 and  in no man's land
 
  in the morning all the guns boomed in the rain
 And  killed them and they killed us again
 At night  charged we fought them hand to hand
 And i killed the boy  sang in no man's land
 
 Silent  no cannons roar
 A king is born of  for evermore
 All's calm,  bright
 All  hand in hand
 And  young soldier sings
 And the song of  still rings
 Though  captains and all the kings
 Built no  land
 
 Sleep in heavenly