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 for another?

Cried the in his sleep not likely
Said the little child, done
The can keep
And the stands a-praying

And the dies
As the white dot and is gone
And stops to cry
The big jet over runway miles

That the patchwork green
Where slick tycoons and buffoons
Have up the seam
Of nights and champagne flights

Ad-man overkill and in the haze crazed
We the sugar pill
Jagged fires mark the lines
The politicians and mealy-mouthed

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

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

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

Better not
Cold rages in your head