Luyện nghe bài hát El Dorado

i. Sun

I remember.
The English walled garden
Days of summer air and nights
The dance 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 gold more lives than Uranium
Plutonium
Pandemonium...

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

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

Jet engines and
And the summer
Like finding a lost

The roads are by many
Like of peace
And some not to go
The f e a r looks bravado
It did
I see them waiting,
On the borders in dawn's
Or lost to the world in their upturned
I'll be free or die trying to be
to BE.

iii. Demolished

I see in them
The people at the
to exist again
Brothers, sisters, sons and
Denied our golden streets
from demolished lives
Into

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

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

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

iv. F E A R

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

We all know the wars that are raging
All the millions who just see
There's so much more that binds us than us
But our f e a r it
While the papers it
The of the flag we wave
Were and become blood red again

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

No, you can't see 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
deeply of it
The wind is carrying the
The is muttering the names
The wind-chimes in my garden like keys
To all the doors.

We are the grandchildren of apes, not
But only we are gifted the eyes to see
On days f e a r, when our heads are clear
angels, we could be.