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 tennis

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

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

As the sun low on these playing fields
An returns with its swords and shields
lids and raspberry canes
They'll live to another day

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

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

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

I heard a whisper
Across a stale, gymnasium
Trailing an ivy jacket like a matador
Through the jitterbug of the night before

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

sometimes when they fall
They pretend
the hankie is a bandage
They stop the bleeding

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

While the dream of glory
And of war
safe in bed with stories
And of war

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