Luyện nghe bài hát Each Small Candle

Not the will scare me
Nor the body's final
Nor the of death's rifles
Nor the shadows on the
Nor the night when to the
The last dim star of pain, is
But the indifference
Of a unfeeling world

in the burnt out shell
Of some farm
An old
a crying baby in her arms
A soldier from the other
A man of heart and
Breaks ranks, lays his rifle
And by her side

He her wounds
He her food
And calms the crying
She him absolution then
Across the divide
He picks his way back the broken
China of her
And there at the
The Serb turns..
and waves.. goodbye

And small candle
a corner of the dark...