Luyện nghe bài hát El Dorado

i. Sun

I remember.
The enchanted walled garden
Days of summer air and nights
The capricious dance of lavenders and
Made more than 3D, glowing in the evening sun
Nowhere better. But in England, although really changes, the weather always does...

ii. The

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

The approaches
The heavy of the monster...
Come to the heavy weather
Come to all the singing birds
Tearing up the sky paper
through dark steel of clouds
And the release of the rain

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

Jet engines and
And the rain
Like finding a child

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

iii. Lives

I see in them
The at the borders
to exist again
Brothers, sisters, and daughters
Denied our so-called streets
Running from demolished
Into

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

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

And as I here wondering why
A man beheaded on a
Falls my pocket from the sky
Modern
is everywhere .'know what I mean?
Handy.
And obscene.

iv. F E A R

F E A R is everywhere
the patio
Under the hard-earned bought and home
Cushions, candles and the lawn
Mowing to the beat and the rumble of the storm

We all about the wars that are raging
All the millions who just see
There's so much that binds us than divides us
But our f e a r it
the papers stir it
The of the flag we wave
Were and become blood red again

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

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

No, you see into my head.

And the roads are of weapons
That by in the night
Tanks all in yellow mud
Pass you on the
As you drive by the kids and the buckets and spades
Days.

v. The of Apes

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