Luyện nghe bài hát El Dorado

i. Sun

I remember.
The enchanted walled garden
Days of air and honey-suckled nights
The capricious dance of lavenders and
Made more than 3D, glowing in the evening sun
Nowhere better. But in England, nothing really changes, the weather always does...

ii. The

The gold us
The gold did
The gold took more than Uranium
Plutonium
Pandemonium...

The thunder
The sighing of the monster...
to break the heavy weather
Come to silence all the singing
Tearing up the sky like
through dark steel of clouds
And the release of the rain

The stops us
The always did
The gold took more than Uranium
Plutonium. Pandemonium.
The Gold!

Jet and demolition
And the summer
Like a lost child

The roads are travelled by
Like promises of
And some not to go
The f e a r looks bravado
It did
I see waiting, smiling
On the in dawn's mist
Or lost to the world in their upturned
I'll be free or I'll die to be
to BE.

iii. Demolished

I see in them
The at the borders
to exist again
Brothers, sisters, sons and
our so-called golden streets
Running from demolished
walls

The "haves" and the "have nothings"
The accepted and
We keep letting them in
We can't keep them in?

The gold us
The always did
The gold took more lives than
Polonium. Pandemonium.

And as I stand here why
A man on a smartphone
Falls into my from the sky
life
Everything is .'know what I mean?
Handy.
And obscene.

iv. F E A R

F E A R is here
Under the
Under the hard-earned bought and home
Cushions, scented and the lawn
Mowing to the beat and the of the coming storm

We all know about the that are raging
All the millions who just see
There's so more that binds us than divides us
But our f e a r it
the papers stir it
The colours of the flag we
Were and will become blood red

And the all say they hear voices
God tells what to do
The wars are all about
They always
And the dressed up in religion
And when not showing off, the money's hiding.

Something is inside me...
It ready, but already...
I'm becoming harder to live
Becoming harder to with
You say I'm becoming harder to with
I'm becoming harder to with
But you can't see into my
You see into my head
You can't see into my

No, you can't see my head.

And the roads are of weapons
That slide by in the
Tanks all covered in mud
you on the motorway
As you drive by with the kids and the buckets and
Days.

v. The Grandchildren of

in the air
Brimstone in the
deeply of it
The wind is the pictures
The rain is muttering the
The wind-chimes in my garden ring keys
To all the doors.

We are the of apes, not angels
But we are gifted with the eyes to see
On days without f e a r, when our are clear
That angels, we be.