Luyện nghe bài hát Fortunes of War

Rose scattered across the lawn
the squares at Waterloo
With bayonets of thorns small children
In of lost tennis balls

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

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

As the sun sets low on playing fields
An army returns its swords and shields
Dustbin lids and canes
They'll live to fight day

Warrior's medals, milk tops
Battle fashioned
From Mother's old table
Bright run in the summer rain

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

And imagine city
And desert storms and foreign
And flying
are the fortunes of war

I heard a wheelchair
Across a stale, stagnant
Trailing an ivy league jacket a matador
Through the steps of the night before

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

'Cause sometimes when fall
They pretend
That the is a bandage
They can't the bleeding

They're out in streets
And desert storms in foreign
Oh, there's bullets
are the fortunes of war

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

The uniforms and
The of war, fortunes 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, these are the fortunes, of war
These are the fortunes, of war