Luyện nghe bài hát Each Small Candle

Not the torturer will me
Nor the body's final
Nor the barrels of rifles
Nor the shadows on the
Nor the when to the ground
The last dim star of pain, is
But the blind
Of a unfeeling world

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

He her wounds
He gives her
And calms the crying
She gives him absolution
Across the divide
He his way back through the broken
of her life
And there at the
The samaritan turns..
and waves.. goodbye

And each candle
Lights a of the dark...