Luyện nghe bài hát Sentimental (White Feathers)

Feathers burn so easily, the cat is blinded in the garden, last vision the is flame.
The cattle shed off the smell of sunday kitchen, the gentle eye, the dispensable perfection.
Before the flash two weeks' food, pile the sacks of earth and hide. All of us here know it, we grew it.
Fighting amongst ourselves, leaving bits of on barbed wire, a little blood on the floor.
Locks and bars across the door, well in violation, our children beat each other in the garden.
Our failure to accept the earth, we talk of but push it to the edge. Push it to the edge.
This is no aggression composing death, I am afraid for beauty when I see the fist,
The perfect hand that turns against itself, the perfect hand that a gun or wields a butcher's blade, or leads to death,
Leads to death the used-up or incarcerates the hopeless fool or takes the forest with a single flame
Leaves the nest an empty shell. Human kind condemns the hunting beast yet their own choice leaves such ragged meat.
The military dream of blood, their sweet wine flowing in the of men who work towards our bloody end.
fly Enola gaily, give birth to this waiting... waiting, give us the reality of our hatred, give the earth nothing.
Melting, goats dead on the green, dying lambs bleating by the wire... three last days on the earth, I lay to die in the grass.