Luyện nghe bài hát Fortunes of War

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

Imaginary cannonballs that were
At the legs of cavalry
Resting dreams in the shade of the apple trees
Toy soldiers on warm lemonade

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

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

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

'Cause when they fall
will pretend
That the hankie is a
To stop the

And city streets
And desert storms and foreign
And bullets
are the fortunes of war

I heard a wheelchair
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 peace armistice day
I watched him fade
And melt in the rain

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

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

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

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