Luyện nghe bài hát El Dorado

i. Sun

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

ii. The

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

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

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

Jet engines and
And the summer
finding a lost child

The roads are travelled by
Like promises of
And choose not to go
The f e a r looks bravado
It did
I see them waiting,
On the borders in dawn's
Or lost to the world in upturned boats
I'll be or I'll die trying to be
to BE.

iii. Demolished

I see in them
The people at the
Waiting to again
Brothers, sisters, and daughters
Denied our golden streets
Running from demolished
Into

The "haves" and the "have nothings"
The accepted and
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 here wondering why
A man on a smartphone
Falls into my pocket the sky
life
Everything is everywhere .'know I mean?
Handy.
And obscene.

iv. F E A R

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

We all know about the that are raging
All the who just 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 flag we
Were and become blood red again

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

Something is cooking me...
It ready, but already...
I'm becoming harder to live
Becoming to live with
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 see into my head.

And the are full of weapons
That by in the night
all covered in yellow 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 carrying the
The rain is the names
The wind-chimes in my ring like keys
To all the doors.

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