Luyện nghe bài hát La Colombe -- The Dove

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

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

Why who sing and cry
And and fling 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
here to kill the dove

Why must this moment
When has to die
When hope shrinks to a
And speech into a

Why are pale and still
Young boys over night
Concripts payed to
And dressed in to fight

rainclouds massing tight
This train load bound
This moving burial
Goes to the night

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

And why the same still
That victory always
These of glory bought
By men mounds of earth

Dead ash without a
Where cities to be
Where guns every spark
And crush it dust

And while your undone
With lines of tears
That gave in those years
All the peace I'd want

body in the gloom
The fading back
Your shadow on the
A flower upon a

And why days ahead
When I let you cry
And prepared to die
And to....