Luyện nghe bài hát El Dorado

i. Sun

I remember.
The enchanted English walled
of summer air and honey-suckled nights
The capricious of lavenders and cabbage-whites
more than 3D, glowing in the evening long-shadowed sun
Nowhere better. But in England, although really changes, the weather always does...

ii. The

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

The thunder
The sighing of the monster...
Come to break the heavy
Come to silence all the singing
up the sky like paper
White-welding through dark steel of
And the release of the rain

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

Jet and demolition
And the rain
Like finding a child

The roads are by many
Like of peace
And choose not to go
The f e a r looks bravado
It did
I see waiting, smiling
On the in dawn's mist
Or lost to the world in upturned 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 exist
Brothers, sisters, sons and
Denied our so-called golden
Running from demolished
Into

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

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

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

iv. F E A R

F E A R is everywhere
the patio
Under the hard-earned and paid-for home
Cushions, scented and the lawn
Mowing to the and the rumble of the coming storm

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

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

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

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 drive by with the kids and the buckets and
Days.

v. The Grandchildren of

in the air
Brimstone in the
deeply of it
The wind is carrying the
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 days without f e a r, our heads are clear
angels, we could be.