Luyện nghe bài hát La Colombe

Why all these bugles crying for 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 to drag us off into the holocaust?
Why who sing and cry, and shout and fling us flowers
And their right for ours to murder and to die?

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

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

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

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