Luyện nghe bài hát Dark Ages

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

the drunkard in his sleep not likely
Said the little child, done
The lord can
And the vicar a-praying

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

That scar the green
Where slick tycoons and rich
Have opened up the
Of nights and champagne flights

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

Through corridors of on tip-toe creep
and see bureaucracy make its final heave
And let the new disorder
While senses their leave

Families screaming line the
And put the windows an corner shops
Where keepers kept the country's blue
Take their pick and try the

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

not read
Cold burn in your head