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

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

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

of War.
of War.

I see that dress is torn at the edge,
you were lost, intense, a man on a ledge, waiting to jump
as the waves break the shore.

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

of War.
of War.

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

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

of War.
of War.

of War.
of War.