Luyện nghe bài hát Rumours of War - Al Stewart, Peter White

We met on the beach amid of war,
hair in your hand, what you saw you won't say
as the newspapers in the wind.

I can see you're one of kind
who carry 'round a time bomb in mind, no one knows
you'll slip the pin.

of War.
of War.

I see that your is torn at the edge,
you lost, intense, like a man on a ledge, waiting to jump
as the waves over the shore.

You say a storm that can't be delayed,
and lately it seems to be comin' way, you can hear it break
like the of a door.

of War.
of War.

You tell me, "Just look all around, at the and the present,
at the cross and the present, the and the planets
are up like before."

There are souls on in the day and the night,
on the and the right, in the black and the white,
you can see it burn in the of the rich and the poor.

of War.
of War.

of War.
of War.