Luyện nghe bài hát Dark Ages

Darlings are you ready for the winter's fall?
Said the in her parlor
the butler in the hall
Is there for another?

the drunkard in his sleep not likely
Said the child, what's done
The lord can
And the vicar stands

And the dies
As the dot flickers and is gone
And no-one to cry
The big jet rumbles over miles

That the patchwork green
Where slick tycoons and rich
opened up the seam
Of nights and champagne flights

overkill and in the haze consumer crazed
We the sugar pill
Jagged fires mark the picket
The weep and mealy-mouthed

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

screaming line the streets
And put the windows an corner shops
Where keepers kept the life-blood blue
their pick and try the trick

With and fishes shared
And the shouts as the lights go out
And no-one cares dark ages
the dead closed pages

Better not
Cold rages burn in head