Luyện nghe bài hát El Dorado

i. Sun

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

ii. The

The stops us
The always did
The gold took more lives Uranium
Than
Pandemonium...

The approaches
The sighing of the monster...
to break the heavy weather
Come to all the singing birds
Tearing up the sky like
White-welding through dark 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
finding a lost child

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

iii. Demolished

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

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

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

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

iv. F E A R

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

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

And the madmen all say they voices
God tells them to do
The wars are all about
They always
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 harder to live with
Becoming harder to with
You say I'm becoming harder to with
I'm becoming harder to with
But you can't see my head
You see into my head
You can't see my head

No, you can't see my head.

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

v. The of Apes

in the air
Brimstone in the
Breathe of it
The is carrying the pictures
The rain is muttering the
The wind-chimes in my garden ring keys
To all the doors.

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