Luyện nghe bài hát Cold February

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

Of those, who on either side
While friends cry o'er their bones
Go sighing through the east winds
These cold days of

Some clerk with and his pen
banker 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 years of cold
Bewailing how their are bloody

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

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