Luyện nghe bài hát La Colombe -- The Dove

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

Why the orders and hoarse
Why the engine's groaning
As it to drag us all
Into the

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

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

Why must this come
childhood has to die
When hope to a sigh
And speech a drum

Why are pale and still
Young boys over night
payed to kill
And dressed in gray to

These massing tight
This train battle bound
moving burial ground
Goes thundering to the

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

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

Dead ash a spark
cities used to be
Where guns probe spark
And crush it dust

And your face undone
With jagged lines of
That in those first years
All the peace I'd want

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

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