Luyện nghe bài hát La Colombe -- The Dove

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

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

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

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

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

Why are they pale and
Young trained over night
Concripts to kill
And dressed in gray to

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

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

And why the same birds
victory always brought
These hours of bought
By men with mounds of

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

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

Your body in the
The fading back
Your on the track
A upon a tomb

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