Luyện nghe bài hát Dark Ages

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

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

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

That scar the patchwork
Where tycoons and rich buffoons
Have opened up the
Of nights and champagne flights

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

Through corridors of on tip-toe creep
Come and see bureaucracy make its final
And let the new through
While take their leave

screaming line the streets
And put the windows through an corner
Where keepers the country's life-blood blue
Take their and try the trick

With loaves and shared
And the vicar as the lights go out
And no-one really cares ages
Shaking the closed pages

not read
Cold rages in your head