Luyện nghe bài hát El Dorado

i. Sun

I remember.
The English walled garden
Days of summer air and nights
The capricious dance of and cabbage-whites
Made more 3D, glowing in the evening long-shadowed sun
Nowhere better. But in England, although nothing really changes, the always does...

ii. The

The gold us
The gold did
The gold more lives than Uranium
Than
Pandemonium...

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

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

Jet engines and
And the summer
finding a lost child

The are travelled by many
Like promises of
And some not to go
The f e a r looks like
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. Demolished

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

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

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

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

We all know about the that are raging
All the millions who cannot see
There's so much more that us than divides us
But our f e a r it
While the papers it
The colours of the flag we
Were and will become red again

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

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

No, you see into my head.

And the are full of weapons
That slide by in the
Tanks all in yellow 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
deeply of it
The wind is the pictures
The rain is muttering the
The in my garden ring like keys
To all the doors.

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