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

The approaches
The heavy of the monster...
Come to break the weather
to silence all the singing birds
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 took more than Uranium
Plutonium. Pandemonium.
The Gold!

Jet and demolition
And the rain
Like a lost child

The roads are by many
Like promises of
And choose not to go
The f e a r like bravado
It did
I see waiting, smiling
On the in dawn's mist
Or lost to the world in their boats
be free 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 lives
Into

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

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

And as I here wondering why
A man beheaded on a
Falls into my from the sky
life
Everything is everywhere .'know what I
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, candles and the lawn
Mowing to the beat and the of the coming storm

We all know the wars that are raging
All the millions who cannot see
There's so much that binds 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 are all about money
They were
And the money's up in religion
And when not showing off, the money's hiding.

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

No, you can't see my head.

And the roads are full of
slide by in the night
Tanks all covered in mud
Pass you on the
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 wind is the pictures
The is muttering the names
The wind-chimes in my garden like keys
To all the doors.

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