Luyện nghe bài hát Dark Ages

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

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

And the television
As the white dot flickers and is
And stops to cry
The big jet rumbles over miles

scar the patchwork green
Where slick tycoons and buffoons
opened up the seam
Of golden nights and champagne

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

Through corridors of on tip-toe creep
Come and see bureaucracy its final heave
And let the new disorder
While senses take their

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

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

Better not
Cold burn in your head