Luyện nghe bài hát La Colombe -- The Dove

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

Why the orders loud and
Why the engine's cough
As it strains to us all
the holocaust

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

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

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

Why are they pale and
Young boys trained over
Concripts payed to
And dressed in gray to

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

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

And why the still birds
That always brought
hours of glory bought
By men mounds of earth

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

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

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

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