🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Christmas 1915 - Celtic Thunder

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