Luyện nghe bài hát Cold February

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

Of those, who died on either
While friends cry their bones unburied
Go sighing through the north east
These cold days of

Some with papers and his pen
Some banker with his pity
Some careless of his men
These fan the flames maim the cities

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

Whether they were from here or
Their race and place I not be heeding
The men who such 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 bear the guilt a weary
For the days of February