Luyện nghe bài hát Cold February

As I beside winter's fire
Sat words strange and steady
Amongst my own choir
Came to my mind unready

Of those, who died on side
While cry o'er their bones unburied
Go sighing the north east winds
These cold days of

Some clerk papers and his pen
Some with his poison pity
Some captain of his men
These fan the flames that the cities

And bigots in the name of
By paths obscure and muddy
Can fear to roam through of cold
Bewailing how their hands are

Whether they were from here or
Their race and I would not be heeding
The men who caused bitterness
If hearts they have let hearts be bleeding

Who neither for age nor the young
Would turn the shot of the they carried
Go the guilt a weary ways
For the cold of February