🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Christmas 1915 - Celtic Thunder

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