Luyện nghe bài hát Fortunes of War

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

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

And the children dream of and fortunes of war
They're safe in bed with
And fortunes of war, of war

As the sun sets low on playing fields
An army with its swords and shields
Dustbin lids and canes
live to fight another day

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

'Cause when they fall
They pretend
the hankie is a bandage
To the bleeding

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

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

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

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

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

While the children of glory
And of war
They're 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, are the fortunes, fortunes of war
are the fortunes, fortunes of war