Luyện nghe bài hát La Colombe -- The Dove

Why all these cry
These squads of men drill
To kill and to be
Stood by the train

Why the loud and hoarse
Why the groaning cough
As it to drag us all
Into the

Why crowds who and cry
And and fling us flowers
And trade their for ours
To and to die

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

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

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

rainclouds massing tight
This train load bound
This moving burial
thundering to the night

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

And why the same still
victory always brought
These hours of bought
By men with of earth

ash without a spark
Where used to be
Where probe every spark
And crush it into

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

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

And why days ahead
When I let you cry
And live to die
And to....