Luyện nghe bài hát El Dorado

i. Sun

I remember.
The enchanted English walled
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 nothing really changes, the weather does...

ii. The

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

The approaches
The heavy of the monster...
Come to break the heavy
Come to silence all the singing
Tearing up the sky like
White-welding through dark of clouds
And the of the sudden rain

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

Jet engines and
And the summer
Like finding a child

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

iii. Demolished

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

The "haves" and the "have nothings"
The and rejected
We can't keep 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 here why
A man beheaded on a
into 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 here
Under the
the hard-earned bought and paid-for home
Cushions, scented and the lawn
Mowing to the beat and the rumble of the coming

We all know about the that are raging
All the millions who cannot see
There's so more 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 will become blood red

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

No, you see into my head.

And the are full of weapons
That slide by in the
Tanks all covered in mud
you on the motorway
As you drive by with the and the buckets and spades
Days.

v. The Grandchildren of

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

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