Luyện nghe bài hát El Dorado

i. Sun

I remember.
The enchanted English walled
of summer air and honey-suckled nights
The dance of lavenders and cabbage-whites
Made more than 3D, in the evening long-shadowed sun
Nowhere better. But in England, nothing really changes, the weather always does...

ii. The

The gold us
The always did
The gold took more lives than
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 steel of
And the release of the rain

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

Jet and demolition
And the rain
Like finding a lost

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

iii. Demolished

I see in them
The people at the
Waiting to exist
Brothers, sisters, and daughters
Denied our so-called golden
Running demolished lives
walls

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

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

And as I stand here why
A man beheaded on a
Falls into my pocket the sky
life
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 paid-for
Cushions, scented and the lawn
Mowing to the beat and the rumble of the coming

We all know about the that are raging
All the millions who cannot see
so much more 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 blood red again

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

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

No, you can't see my head.

And the roads are full of
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 Grandchildren of

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 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.