Luyện nghe bài hát Each Small Candle

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

Lying in the out shell
Of some Albanian
An old
Holds a crying baby in her
A soldier from the other
A man of heart and
ranks, lays down his rifle
And kneels by her

He binds her
He her food
And calms the child
She gives him absolution
the great divide
He picks his way through the broken
of her life
And there at the
The Serb turns..
and waves.. goodbye

And small candle
Lights a of the dark...