Luyện nghe bài hát El Dorado

i. Sun

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

ii. The

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

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

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

Jet and demolition
And the rain
finding a lost child

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

iii. Lives

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 letting them in
We can't keep letting in?

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

And as I stand wondering why
A man on a smartphone
Falls my pocket from the sky
Modern
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, scented and the lawn
to the beat and the rumble 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
While the stir it
The of the flag we wave
Were and will become blood red

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

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

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 drive by with the kids and the buckets and
Days.

v. The Grandchildren of

in the air
Brimstone in the
Breathe of it
The wind is carrying the
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 only we are gifted with the to see
On without f e a r, when our heads are clear
That angels, we be.