Luyện nghe bài hát Fortunes of War

Rose beds scattered across the
Like the at Waterloo
With of thorns repelling small children
In search of lost balls

cannonballs that were fired
At the of galloping cavalry
Resting their in the shade of the apple trees
Toy drunk on warm lemonade

And the children dream of 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 lids and canes
live to fight another day

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

'Cause when they fall
They will
That the is a bandage
To the bleeding

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

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

And I followed him down to the parade
Where he makes his peace every day
I him fade away
And melt in the autumn

'Cause sometimes they fall
They can't
the hankie is a bandage
They stop the bleeding

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

While the dream of glory
And of war
They're safe in bed with
And of war

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