Luyện nghe bài hát Fortunes of War

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

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

And the dream of glory and fortunes of war
They're safe in bed stories
And of war, fortunes of war

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

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

'Cause sometimes when fall
They pretend
That the hankie is a
To stop the

And imagine streets
And desert and foreign fields
And bullets
are the fortunes of war

I a wheelchair whisper
a stale, stagnant gymnasium
Trailing an ivy league like a matador
Through the steps of the night before

And I followed him down to the church
Where he his peace every armistice day
I watched him fade
And in the autumn rain

'Cause sometimes when fall
They pretend
That the is a bandage
They stop the bleeding

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

While the children dream of
And of war
They're safe in bed stories
And of war

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

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