Luyện nghe bài hát El Dorado

i. Sun

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

ii. The

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

The approaches
The heavy of the monster...
Come to break the weather
Come to all the singing birds
up the sky like paper
White-welding through steel of clouds
And the release of the sudden

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

Jet and demolition
And the rain
Like a lost child

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

iii. Demolished

I see myself in
The at the borders
Waiting to again
Brothers, sisters, sons and
Denied our so-called streets
Running from demolished
walls

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

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

And as I here wondering why
A man beheaded on a
into 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 here
the patio
Under the hard-earned and paid-for home
Cushions, scented candles and the
Mowing to the beat and the rumble of the storm

We all know the wars 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
While the papers it
The colours of the flag we
Were and become blood red again

And the madmen all say they hear
God them what to do
The are all about money
They always
And the money's up in religion
And it's not showing off, the money's hiding.

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

No, you see into my head.

And the roads are full of
That slide by in the
Tanks all in yellow mud
Pass you on the
As you by with 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 rain is the names
The wind-chimes in my garden ring keys
To all the doors.

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