Luyện nghe bài hát La Colombe

Why all these bugles crying for of young men drilled
To kill and to be killed and waiting by this
Why the orders loud and hoarse, why the groaning cough
As it to drag us off into the holocaust?
Why crowds who sing and cry, and shout and 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 to sing, we're here to kill the dove

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

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

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