Luyện nghe bài hát El Dorado

i. Sun

I remember.
The enchanted English walled
of summer air and honey-suckled nights
The capricious dance of lavenders and
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 stops us
The gold did
The gold 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
White-welding dark steel of clouds
And the release of the rain

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

Jet and demolition
And the rain
Like finding a child

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

iii. Lives

I see myself in
The people at the
Waiting to again
Brothers, sisters, and daughters
Denied our so-called streets
Running demolished lives
walls

The "haves" and the "have nothings"
The accepted and
We keep letting them in
We keep letting them in?

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

And as I stand here why
A man on a smartphone
into my pocket from the sky
Modern
Everything is everywhere .'know I mean?
Handy.
And obscene.

iv. F E A R

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

We all know about the that are raging
All the millions who just see
so much more that binds us than divides us
But our f e a r it
While the stir it
The colours of the we wave
and will become blood red again

And the madmen all say they hear
God tells what to do
The wars are all about
always were
And the money's dressed up in
And it's not showing off, the money's hiding.

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

No, you can't see my head.

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

v. The of Apes

in the air
Brimstone in the
Breathe of it
The is carrying the pictures
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.