Luyện nghe bài hát Each Small Candle

Not the torturer scare me
Nor the body's final
Nor the barrels of death's
Nor the shadows on the
Nor the when to the ground
The dim star of pain, is held
But the indifference
Of a unfeeling world

Lying in the burnt out
Of some Albanian
An old
Holds a crying baby in her
A soldier from the side
A man of and pride
Breaks ranks, lays down his
And kneels by her

He binds her
He her food
And calms the child
She him absolution then
Across the divide
He picks his way back the broken
of her life
And there at the
The samaritan turns..
Turns and waves..

And each small
a corner of the dark...