Luyện nghe bài hát El Dorado

i. Sun

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

ii. The

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

The approaches
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 of the sudden rain

The gold us
The gold did
The gold took more lives Uranium
Plutonium. Pandemonium.
The Gold!

Jet engines and
And the rain
finding a lost child

The roads are by many
Like of peace
And some not to go
The f e a r looks like
It did
I see them waiting,
On the borders in mist
Or lost to the world in their upturned
be free or I'll die trying 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 demolished lives
walls

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

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

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

iv. F E A R

F E A R is here
the patio
Under the bought and paid-for home
Cushions, candles and the lawn
Mowing to the and the rumble of the coming storm

We all know the wars that are raging
All the who just cannot see
There's so much that binds us than divides us
But our f e a r it
While the papers it
The colours of the flag we
Were and become blood red again

And the madmen all say they voices
God them what to do
The are all about money
always were
And the money's dressed up in
And when it's not showing off, the hiding.

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

No, you can't see my head.

And the roads are of weapons
That by in the night
all covered in yellow mud
Pass you on the
As you drive by the kids and the buckets and spades
Days.

v. The of Apes

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

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