Luyện nghe bài hát Each Small Candle

Not the will scare me
Nor the final fall
Nor the barrels of death's
Nor the shadows on the
Nor the night to the ground
The last dim of pain, is held
But the blind
Of a unfeeling world

in the burnt out shell
Of some Albanian
An old
a crying baby in her arms
A from the other side
A man of heart and
ranks, lays down his rifle
And by her side

He binds her
He her food
And calms the child
She gives him then
Across the great
He his way back through the broken
of her life
And at the kerb
The Serb turns..
Turns and waves..

And each candle
a corner of the dark...