Luyện nghe bài hát La Colombe

Why all these bugles crying for of young men drilled
To kill and to be and waiting by this train?
Why the orders loud and hoarse, why the engine's groaning
As it strains to drag us off the holocaust?
Why crowds who sing and cry, and shout and us flowers
And trade their right for to murder and to die?

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

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

Why towering brave above the last defeat
Old word and lies repeat the new made grave?
Why the same still birth victory always brought
These hoards of glory bought by men with mouths of
Dead ash a spark where cities glittered bright
For guns every light and crush it in the dark

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