Luyện nghe bài hát El Dorado

i. Sun

I remember.
The English walled garden
Days of air and honey-suckled nights
The capricious dance of and cabbage-whites
Made more than 3D, glowing in the long-shadowed sun
Nowhere better. But in England, although nothing changes, the weather always does...

ii. The

The gold us
The gold did
The gold more lives than Uranium
Than
Pandemonium...

The approaches
The sighing of the monster...
Come to break the weather
to silence all the singing birds
Tearing up the sky paper
White-welding dark steel of clouds
And the release of the rain

The stops us
The gold did
The gold took more lives Uranium
Plutonium. Pandemonium.
The Gold!

Jet and demolition
And the summer
Like a lost child

The are travelled by many
Like of peace
And choose not to go
The f e a r looks like
It did
I see waiting, smiling
On the in dawn's mist
Or lost to the world in their upturned
I'll be free or die trying to be
to BE.

iii. Lives

I see myself in
The at the borders
Waiting to exist
Brothers, sisters, and daughters
Denied our golden streets
from demolished lives
Into

The "haves" and the "have nothings"
The and rejected
We keep letting them in
We keep letting them in?

The gold us
The always did
The gold took more lives Uranium
Polonium. Pandemonium.

And as I stand wondering why
A man beheaded on a
into my pocket from the sky
Modern
Everything is everywhere .'know what I
Handy.
And obscene.

iv. F E A R

F E A R is everywhere
the patio
Under the bought and paid-for home
Cushions, candles and the lawn
Mowing to the beat and the rumble of the coming

We all about the wars that are raging
All the millions who cannot see
There's so much that binds us than divides us
But our f e a r it
While the stir it
The colours of the we wave
Were and will blood red again

And the madmen all say hear voices
God tells them to do
The wars are all about
always were
And the money's dressed up in
And when it's not showing off, the hiding.

Something is cooking me...
It ready, but already...
I'm becoming harder to live
Becoming harder to live
You say I'm harder to live with
I'm harder to live with
But you see into my head
You can't see my head
You can't see my head

No, you can't see my head.

And the roads are full of
That by in the night
Tanks all in yellow mud
you on the motorway
As you drive by with the and the buckets and spades
Days.

v. The of Apes

in the air
Brimstone in the
deeply of it
The is carrying the pictures
The is muttering the names
The wind-chimes in my garden ring like
To all the doors.

We are the of apes, not angels
But only we are gifted with the to see
On days f e a r, when our heads are clear
angels, we could be.