Luyện nghe bài hát Cold February

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

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

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

And bigots in the of Christ
By thorny paths and muddy
Can fear to roam through years of
how their hands are bloody

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

Who for age nor the young child
Would turn the shot of the arms they
Go bear the a weary ways
For the cold days of