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 time for

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

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 and rich buffoons
opened up the seam
Of golden nights and champagne

Ad-man overkill and in the consumer crazed
We take the sugar
Jagged 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 disorder
senses take their leave

Families screaming line the
And put the windows an corner shops
Where keepers kept the country's life-blood
Take pick and try the trick

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

not read
Cold rages in your head