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 loud and hoarse, why the engine's 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 of love
We are not here to sing, we're to kill the dove

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

Why statues towering brave the last defeat
Old word and lies repeat across the new made
Why the still birth that victory always brought
These hoards of bought 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 undone with jagged lines of tears
That gave in those first years all peace I ever
Your body in the gloom, the platform back
shadow on the track, a flower on a tomb
And why these days ahead I must let you cry
And live prepared to die as if our love dead?