Luyện nghe bài hát Fortunes of War

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

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

And the dream of glory and fortunes of war
safe 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 raspberry
They'll live to fight day

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

'Cause sometimes when fall
They pretend
That the is a bandage
To stop the

And city streets
And desert and foreign fields
And bullets
These are the of war

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

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

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

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

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

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