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 time for

Cried the drunkard in his sleep not
Said the child, what's done
The lord can
And the vicar a-praying

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

That scar the green
slick tycoons and rich buffoons
Have opened up the
Of golden and champagne flights

Ad-man overkill and in the haze crazed
We the sugar pill
Jagged mark the picket lines
The politicians weep and

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

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

With and fishes shared
And the vicar as the lights go out
And really cares dark ages
the dead closed pages

Better not
Cold rages in your head