Luyện nghe bài hát Dark Ages

Darlings are you for the long winter's fall?
the lady in her parlor
Said the in the hall
Is there time for

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

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

scar the patchwork green
Where slick tycoons and rich
Have opened up the
Of golden nights and flights

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

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

Families line the streets
And put the windows through an shops
keepers kept the country's life-blood blue
Take their pick and try the

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

Better not
Cold burn in your head