Luyện nghe bài hát La Colombe

Why all bugles crying for squads of young men drilled
To kill and to be killed and by this train?
Why the orders and hoarse, why the engine's groaning cough
As it strains to us off into the holocaust?
Why crowds who and cry, and shout and fling us flowers
And trade right for ours to murder and to die?

The dove has torn her wings so no more songs of
We are not here to sing, we're to kill the dove

Why has this moment when childhood has to die
When hope to a sigh and speech into a drum?
Why are they pale and still, young trained overnight
Conscripts forced to fight and dressed in gray to
These rain clouds massing tight, this load battle bound
This moving burial sent thundering toward the night

Why statues towering brave above the defeat
Old word and repeat across the new made grave?
Why the same still birth that victory always
hoards of glory bought by men with mouths of earth?
Dead ash without a spark where cities bright
For guns probe light and crush it in the dark

And why your face undone with lines of tears
That gave in first years all peace I ever won?
Your body in the gloom, the platform fading
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?