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