Luyện nghe bài hát El Dorado

i. Sun

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

ii. The

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

The approaches
The sighing of the monster...
to break the heavy weather
Come to all the singing birds
Tearing up the sky like
White-welding through dark of clouds
And the of the sudden rain

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

Jet and demolition
And the summer
Like finding a child

The roads are travelled by
promises of peace
And choose 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 upturned boats
I'll be free or die trying to be
to BE.

iii. Lives

I see myself in
The people at the
to exist again
Brothers, sisters, and daughters
Denied our so-called golden
Running from demolished
walls

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

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

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

iv. F E A R

F E A R is everywhere
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 about the wars are raging
All the millions who cannot see
There's so more that binds us than divides us
But our f e a r it
the papers stir it
The of the flag we wave
Were and will blood red again

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

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

No, you can't see my head.

And the roads are of weapons
slide by in the night
Tanks all covered in mud
Pass you on the
As you drive by with the and the buckets and spades
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 in my garden ring like keys
To all the doors.

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