Luyện nghe bài hát La Colombe

Why all these bugles for squads of young men drilled
To kill and to be killed and waiting by train?
Why the orders loud and hoarse, why the groaning cough
As it to drag us off into the holocaust?
Why crowds who sing and cry, and and fling us flowers
And trade their right for ours to and to die?

The dove has torn her wings so no more of love
We are not here to sing, here to kill the dove

Why has moment come when childhood has to die
When hope shrinks to a sigh and speech into a
Why are they pale and still, young boys trained
Conscripts forced to fight and in gray to kill?
These rain clouds massing tight, this train battle bound
This moving burial ground sent thundering toward the

Why statues towering brave the last defeat
Old word and lies across the new made grave?
Why the same still birth victory always brought
These hoards of glory bought by men mouths of earth?
Dead ash without a spark where cities glittered
For guns probe every and crush it in the dark

And why your face undone with jagged of tears
gave in those first years all peace I ever won?
Your in the gloom, the platform fading back
Your on the track, a flower on a tomb
And why these ahead when I must let you cry
And live prepared to die as if our love dead?