Luyện nghe bài hát Each Small Candle

Not the will scare me
Nor the final fall
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 blind
Of a unfeeling world

Lying in the out shell
Of Albanian 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 kneels by her

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

And small candle
a corner of the dark...