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 this
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 fling us
And trade their for ours to murder and to die?

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

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

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

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