Luyện nghe bài hát La Colombe -- The Dove

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

Why the orders and hoarse
Why the engine's cough
As it to drag us all
the holocaust

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

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

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

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

rainclouds massing tight
This train load bound
This moving burial
thundering to the night

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

And why the still birds
That victory brought
These hours of bought
By men with mounds of

Dead ash without a
Where used to be
Where guns probe every
And it into dust

And while face undone
With jagged of tears
That gave in those years
All the peace I'd ever

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

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