Luyện nghe bài hát Fortunes of War

Rose beds scattered across the
Like the at Waterloo
With bayonets of repelling small children
In of lost tennis balls

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

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

As the sun sets low on these playing
An army returns its swords and shields
Dustbin lids and raspberry
They'll live to another day

Warrior's medals, milk bottle
Battle fashioned
Mother's old table cloths
Bright run in the summer rain

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

And city streets
And desert storms and fields
And flying
These are the of war

I heard a whisper
Across a stale, stagnant
Trailing an ivy league like a matador
Through the steps of the night before

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

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

They're out in city
And storms in foreign fields
Oh, bullets flying
are the fortunes 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 of war, fortunes of war
Fortunes of war, are the fortunes of war

Of war, of war, of war, of war, of war
These are the fortunes, these are the
of war, these are the fortunes, fortunes of war
These are the fortunes, of war