Luyện nghe bài hát La Colombe

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

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

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

Why towering brave above the last defeat
Old word and repeat across the new made grave?
Why the same still birth that victory brought
These hoards of glory by men with 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 with jagged lines of tears
gave in those first years all peace I ever won?
Your body in the gloom, the fading back
shadow on the track, a flower on a tomb
And why these days ahead when I let you cry
And live to die as if our love were dead?