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 there for another?

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

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

scar the patchwork green
Where slick tycoons and buffoons
Have opened up the
Of golden nights and flights

Ad-man overkill and in the haze crazed
We take the sugar
Jagged fires the picket lines
The weep and mealy-mouthed

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

Families screaming the streets
And put the windows an corner shops
Where kept the country's life-blood blue
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

Better not
Cold burn in your head