Luyện nghe bài hát Cold February

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

Of those, who died on side
friends cry o'er their bones unburied
Go sighing through the east winds
These cold of February

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

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

Whether they were here or there
Their and place 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 arms they
Go bear the guilt a ways
For the cold of February