Luyện nghe bài hát El Dorado

i. Sun

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

ii. The

The gold us
The always did
The took more lives than Uranium
Than
Pandemonium...

The approaches
The sighing of the monster...
Come to the heavy weather
Come to silence all the singing
up the sky like paper
White-welding dark steel of clouds
And the of the sudden rain

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

Jet engines and
And the summer
finding a lost child

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

iii. Demolished

I see myself in
The people at the
Waiting to again
Brothers, sisters, and daughters
our so-called golden streets
Running from demolished
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 took more lives than Uranium
Polonium. Pandemonium.

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

iv. F E A R

F E A R is everywhere
the patio
Under the bought and paid-for home
Cushions, scented and the lawn
Mowing to the beat and the of the coming storm

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

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

is cooking inside 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 my head
You can't see into my
You see into my head

No, you see into my head.

And the roads are of weapons
That slide by in the
Tanks all covered in 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
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 we are gifted with the eyes to see
On days f e a r, when our heads are clear
That angels, we be.