Luyện nghe bài hát Dark Ages

Darlings are you for the long winter's fall?
the lady in her parlor
Said the butler in the
Is time for another?

Cried the drunkard in his sleep not
Said the little child, what's
The can keep
And the vicar a-praying

And the television
As the white dot flickers and is
And no-one to cry
The big jet rumbles over runway

That scar the patchwork
slick tycoons and rich buffoons
Have up the seam
Of golden and champagne flights

Ad-man overkill and in the haze consumer
We take the sugar
Jagged mark the picket lines
The politicians and mealy-mouthed

Through corridors of power on tip-toe
Come and see bureaucracy make its final
And let the new disorder
While senses their leave

Families screaming the streets
And put the windows through an shops
Where keepers the country's life-blood blue
Take pick and try the trick

loaves and fishes shared
And the vicar as the lights go out
And really cares dark ages
Shaking the closed pages

Better not
rages burn in your head