Luyện nghe bài hát La Colombe -- The Dove

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

Why the orders and hoarse
Why the groaning cough
As it to drag us all
the holocaust

Why who sing and cry
And and fling us flowers
And trade 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 here to the dove

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

Why are pale and still
Young boys trained night
payed to kill
And in gray to fight

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

Why statues grave
the last defeat
Old words and 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 probe every spark
And crush it dust

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 back
Your on the track
A flower upon a

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