Luyện nghe bài hát Fortunes of War

Rose beds scattered the lawn
the squares at Waterloo
With bayonets of thorns repelling small
In search of tennis balls

Imaginary cannonballs were fired
At the legs of cavalry
Resting their dreams in the shade of the apple
Toy soldiers drunk on warm

And the children of glory and fortunes of war
safe in bed with stories
And of war, fortunes of war

As the sun low on these playing fields
An army with its swords and shields
Dustbin lids and canes
They'll to fight another day

Warrior's medals, bottle tops
Battle fashioned
From old table cloths
Bright colors run in the rain

'Cause sometimes they fall
They will
That the hankie is a
To the bleeding

And city streets
And desert storms and fields
And flying
These are the of war

I heard a whisper
Across a stale, stagnant
Trailing an ivy league jacket like a
Through the jitterbug steps of the night

And I followed him to the church parade
Where he makes his every armistice day
I watched him away
And melt in the autumn

'Cause sometimes when they
They pretend
That the hankie is a
They can't the bleeding

out in city streets
And storms in foreign fields
Oh, there's bullets
are the fortunes of war

While the children dream of
And of war
safe in bed with stories
And of war

The and glory
The fortunes of war, of war
The fortunes of war, of war
Fortunes of war, these are the of war

Of war, of war, of war, of war, of war
These are the fortunes, these are the
Fortunes of war, are the fortunes, fortunes of war
These are the fortunes, of war