Luyện nghe bài hát El Dorado

i. Sun

I remember.
The enchanted English garden
of summer air and honey-suckled nights
The capricious of lavenders and cabbage-whites
more than 3D, glowing in the evening long-shadowed sun
Nowhere better. But in England, although nothing really changes, the always does...

ii. The

The stops us
The always did
The gold took lives than Uranium
Than
Pandemonium...

The thunder
The sighing of the monster...
Come to break the heavy
to silence all the singing birds
Tearing up the sky paper
White-welding through dark steel of
And the release of the sudden

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

Jet and demolition
And the rain
Like finding a lost

The roads are travelled by
Like of peace
And some not to go
The f e a r looks like
It did
I see waiting, smiling
On the borders in mist
Or lost to the world in upturned boats
I'll be or I'll die trying to be
to BE.

iii. Demolished

I see in them
The people at the
Waiting to exist
Brothers, sisters, sons and
Denied our so-called streets
Running from lives
Into

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

The stops us
The gold did
The gold took lives than Uranium
Polonium. Pandemonium.

And as I stand here why
A man beheaded on a
Falls my pocket from the sky
Modern
is everywhere .'know what I mean?
Handy.
And obscene.

iv. F E A R

F E A R is everywhere
the patio
Under the bought and paid-for home
Cushions, scented and the lawn
Mowing to the beat and the rumble of the coming

We all know about the that are raging
All the millions who just see
so much 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 become blood red again

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

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

No, you see into my head.

And the are full of weapons
slide by in the night
Tanks all covered in mud
you on the motorway
As you drive by the kids and the buckets and spades
Days.

v. The Grandchildren of

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

We are the grandchildren of apes, not
But we are gifted with the eyes to see
On days f e a r, when our heads are clear
That angels, we be.