Luyện nghe bài hát La Colombe -- The Dove

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

Why the orders and hoarse
Why the engine's cough
As it strains to us all
Into the

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

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

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

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

These rainclouds massing
This load battle bound
moving burial ground
Goes to the night

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

And why the same still
That victory always
These hours of bought
By men with mounds of

ash without a spark
Where cities to be
Where guns every spark
And crush it dust

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

body in the gloom
The platform back
Your on the track
A flower a tomb

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