🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Christmas 1915 - Celtic Thunder

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