Luyện nghe bài hát Fortunes of War

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

cannonballs that were fired
At the legs of galloping
Resting dreams in the shade of the apple trees
Toy soldiers drunk on warm

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

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

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

'Cause sometimes they fall
will pretend
That the is a bandage
To stop the

And imagine city
And desert storms and fields
And bullets
are the fortunes of war

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

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

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

out in city streets
And desert storms in fields
Oh, bullets flying
These are the of war

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

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