Luyện nghe bài hát La Colombe

Why all these bugles crying for squads of young men
To kill and to be killed and 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 right for ours to murder and to die?

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

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

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

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