Luyện nghe bài hát El Dorado

i. Sun

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

ii. The

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

The approaches
The sighing of the monster...
Come to break the heavy
Come to silence all the singing
Tearing up the sky paper
through dark steel of clouds
And the release of the sudden

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

Jet and demolition
And the rain
finding a lost child

The are travelled by many
Like promises of
And some 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 in their upturned boats
I'll be free or die trying to be
to BE.

iii. Lives

I see myself in
The people at the
Waiting to exist
Brothers, sisters, sons and
Denied our golden streets
Running demolished lives
Into

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

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

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

iv. F E A R

F E A R is here
Under the
Under the hard-earned bought and paid-for
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 millions who cannot see
There's so much more that binds us divides us
But our f e a r it
While the stir it
The of the flag we wave
Were and will blood red again

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

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

No, you can't see my head.

And the roads are full of
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 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 gifted with the to see
On days f e a r, when our heads are clear
angels, we could be.