Luyện nghe bài hát La Colombe -- The Dove

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

Why the loud and hoarse
Why the engine's groaning
As it to drag us all
Into the

Why who sing and cry
And shout and us flowers
And trade their rights for
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 must this come
childhood has to die
When hope to a sigh
And speech into a

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

These massing tight
This train load battle
This burial ground
Goes thundering to the

Why towering grave
Above the last
Old and lies repeat
Across a new grave

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

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

And while your undone
jagged lines of tears
That gave in first years
All the peace I'd ever

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

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