Luyện nghe bài hát La Colombe

Why all bugles crying for squads of young men drilled
To and to be killed and waiting by this train?
Why the orders loud and hoarse, why the groaning cough
As it to drag us off into the holocaust?
Why who sing 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 to sing, we're here to kill the dove

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

Why statues towering brave above the 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 mouths of earth?
Dead ash without a spark where cities bright
For probe every light and crush it in the dark

And why your face undone with jagged lines of
That gave in 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 days ahead when I must let you cry
And live prepared to die as if our love dead?