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 their right for ours to murder and to die?

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

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

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

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