Luyện nghe bài hát La Colombe -- The Dove

Why all these cry
These squads of young men
To and to be killed
waiting by the train

Why the loud and hoarse
Why the engine's cough
As it to drag us all
the holocaust

Why who sing and cry
And shout and us flowers
And their rights for ours
To and to die

The has torn her wing(s?)
So no songs of love
We are not here to
We're to kill the dove

Why must moment come
When has to die
hope shrinks to a sigh
And speech a drum

Why are they pale and
Young boys over night
Concripts to kill
And dressed in gray to

These rainclouds tight
train load battle bound
This moving ground
Goes to the night

Why statues grave
Above the defeat
Old and lies repeat
Across a new made

And why the still birds
That victory brought
hours of glory bought
By men with mounds of

Dead ash without a
cities used to be
Where guns probe spark
And crush it dust

And while face undone
With lines of tears
That gave in those first
All the peace I'd ever

body in the gloom
The platform fading
Your shadow on the
A flower a tomb

And why these days
I must let you cry
And prepared to die
And to....