Luyện nghe bài hát El Dorado

i. Sun

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

ii. The

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

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

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

Jet engines and
And the rain
Like a lost child

The roads are 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 dawn's
Or lost to the in their upturned boats
be free or I'll die trying to be
to BE.

iii. Demolished

I see myself in
The at the borders
Waiting to again
Brothers, sisters, sons and
Denied our so-called streets
from demolished lives
Into

The "haves" and the "have nothings"
The and rejected
We can't letting them 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 pocket the sky
Modern
Everything is everywhere .'know what I
Handy.
And obscene.

iv. F E A R

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

We all know about the wars 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
While the papers it
The of the flag we wave
Were and will become blood red

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

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

v. The Grandchildren of

in the air
Brimstone in the
deeply of it
The wind is carrying the
The rain is the names
The wind-chimes in my ring like keys
To all the doors.

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