Luyện nghe bài hát La Colombe -- The Dove

Why all these cry
These of young men drill
To and to be killed
Stood waiting by the

Why the orders and hoarse
Why the engine's groaning
As it strains to us all
the holocaust

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

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

Why must this come
When has to die
When hope shrinks to a
And into a drum

Why are pale and still
Young boys trained night
Concripts payed to
And dressed in gray to

These rainclouds tight
This load battle bound
This burial ground
Goes thundering to the

Why towering grave
Above the defeat
Old words and repeat
Across a new grave

And why the same birds
That victory brought
These of glory bought
By men mounds of earth

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

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

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

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