Luyện nghe bài hát El Dorado

i. Sun

I remember.
The enchanted English garden
of summer air and honey-suckled nights
The capricious dance of lavenders and
Made than 3D, glowing in the evening long-shadowed sun
Nowhere better. But in England, although really changes, the weather always does...

ii. The

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

The thunder
The sighing of the monster...
Come to break the heavy
Come to silence all the singing
Tearing up the sky paper
White-welding dark steel of clouds
And the of the sudden rain

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

Jet and demolition
And the summer
Like a lost child

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

iii. Lives

I see in them
The at the borders
to exist again
Brothers, sisters, and daughters
Denied our golden streets
Running from lives
Into

The "haves" and the "have nothings"
The accepted and
We can't letting them in
We can't keep letting in?

The stops us
The gold did
The took more lives than Uranium
Polonium. Pandemonium.

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

iv. F E A R

F E A R is here
Under the
Under the hard-earned bought and paid-for
Cushions, candles and the lawn
to the beat and the rumble of the coming storm

We all know about the wars that are
All the millions who just see
There's so much more that binds us divides us
But our f e a r it
the papers stir it
The colours of the we wave
and will become blood red again

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

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

No, you can't see my head.

And the roads are of weapons
That by in the night
Tanks all covered in mud
Pass you on the
As you drive by with the and the buckets and spades
Days.

v. The Grandchildren of

in the air
Brimstone in the
deeply of it
The is carrying the pictures
The rain is muttering the
The in my garden ring like keys
To all the doors.

We are the of apes, not angels
But only we are gifted the eyes to see
On without f e a r, when our heads are clear
angels, we could be.