Luyện nghe bài hát Vojna Poema (war Poem)

(Slovenian)
V nocoj bomo spali, v vetru, ki divje se smeje,
morda nam bodo oblaki- edine odeje.
Pala na roke, obleke, prva, bo kaplja, v noc cez
mocvirno zakricala bo caplja.
Trsi bo lica, mocil nam usta s krpo, noc nam bo
z nozem rezala crnega kruha.
Svoje misli bomo kot prhle veje, dokler nam
zarja zemlje, src ne ogreje.
V soncu bo zapela, hosta in pesem vojna:
Brat moj, ne skrivaj lica, je vojna, VOJNA!
(English)
We're going to sleep in the tonight, in the
wind, who is laughing, wildly, and the
clouds, these sheets, will be our only
blankets.
On hands and clothes the first, then
drops of will fall.
In the night the swampy clearing a
will cry out.
The stronger one will our faces and
our lips with a rag and the night with
a cold knife will cut us bread.
We will weigh up our thoughts like
branches, until the sunny warms the
and our hearts.
The underwood will up in the sun and
war begin its song again: Brother of mine,
hide your face, today is war, it's WAR today!