Luyện nghe bài hát Dark Ages

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

the drunkard in his sleep not likely
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 stops to cry
The big jet rumbles runway miles

That the patchwork green
Where slick tycoons and rich
Have up the seam
Of golden nights and champagne

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

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

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

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

Better not
Cold rages burn in your