Luyện nghe bài hát La Colombe -- The Dove

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

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

Why who sing and cry
And shout and us flowers
And trade rights for ours
To and to die

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

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

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

These massing tight
This train battle bound
This burial ground
thundering to the night

Why statues grave
the last defeat
Old words and repeat
Across a new made

And why the still birds
victory always brought
These hours of glory
By men with of earth

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

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

body in the gloom
The platform fading
shadow on the track
A upon a tomb

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