Luyện nghe bài hát Futility

Move him the sun -
its touch awoke him once,
At home, whispering of unsown.
Always it him, even in France,
this morning and this snow.
If might rouse him now
The old sun will know.

Think how it the seeds, -
Woke, once, the clays of a star.
Are limbs, so dear-achieved, are
Full-nerved - still -
Too to stir?
Was it for this the clay tall?
- O what made sunbeams toil
To break earth's sleep at

[Text: Owen (1893-1918) / Music: Kailer]