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 evening sun
Nowhere better. But in England, although really changes, the weather always does...

ii. The

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

The approaches
The heavy of the monster...
Come to break the heavy
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 always did
The gold took more lives Uranium
Plutonium. Pandemonium.
The Gold!

Jet and demolition
And the summer
Like finding a child

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

iii. Demolished

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

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

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

And as I stand wondering why
A man on a smartphone
Falls into my from the sky
life
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, candles and the lawn
Mowing to the beat and the of the coming storm

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

And the madmen all say hear voices
God tells what to do
The wars are all about
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
Becoming harder to live
You say I'm becoming to live with
I'm harder to live with
But you can't see into my
You see into my head
You can't see into my

No, you see into my head.

And the are full of weapons
That slide by in the
Tanks all in yellow mud
Pass you on the
As you drive by with the kids and the and spades
Days.

v. The of Apes

in the air
Brimstone in the
Breathe of it
The wind is the pictures
The rain is muttering the
The wind-chimes in my garden ring like
To all the doors.

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