Luyện nghe bài hát El Dorado

i. Sun

I remember.
The enchanted English walled
Days of summer air and nights
The capricious dance of lavenders and
more than 3D, glowing in the evening long-shadowed sun
Nowhere better. But in England, nothing really changes, the weather always does...

ii. The

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

The thunder
The heavy of the monster...
Come to the heavy weather
Come to silence all the singing
Tearing up the sky paper
White-welding through steel of clouds
And the release of the sudden

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

Jet and demolition
And the rain
Like finding a child

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

iii. Lives

I see myself in
The people at the
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 can't letting them in
We can't keep them in?

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

And as I stand here why
A man beheaded on a
Falls my pocket from the sky
Modern
Everything is .'know what I mean?
Handy.
And obscene.

iv. F E A R

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

We all know about the that are raging
All the who just cannot see
There's so more that binds us than divides us
But our f e a r it
While the papers it
The of the flag we wave
Were and will blood red again

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

Something is inside me...
It ready, but already...
I'm becoming harder to with
Becoming to live with
You say I'm harder to live with
I'm becoming harder to live
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 are full of weapons
That by in the night
all covered in yellow mud
Pass you on the
As you drive by with the kids and the buckets and
Days.

v. The of Apes

in the air
Brimstone in the
deeply of it
The wind is carrying the
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 with the eyes to see
On days without f e a r, our heads are clear
That angels, we be.