Luyện nghe bài hát Dark Ages

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

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

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

That the patchwork green
slick tycoons and rich buffoons
Have opened up the
Of nights and champagne flights

Ad-man overkill and in the haze consumer
We the sugar pill
fires mark the picket lines
The politicians weep and

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

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

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

not read
Cold burn in your head