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

We met on the amid rumours 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 their mind, no one
when slip the pin.

of War.
of War.

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

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

of War.
of War.

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

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

of War.
of War.

of War.
of War.