Luyện nghe bài hát El Dorado

i. Sun

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

ii. The

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

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

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

Jet engines and
And the rain
Like a lost child

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

iii. Demolished

I see myself in
The at the borders
Waiting to again
Brothers, sisters, sons and
our so-called golden streets
Running from lives
Into

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

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

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

iv. F E A R

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

We all about the wars that are raging
All the millions who 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 we wave
Were and become blood red again

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

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

And the roads are of weapons
slide by in the night
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
deeply of it
The wind is carrying the
The rain is the names
The in my garden 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 heads are
That angels, we be.