Luyện nghe bài hát Dark Ages

Darlings are you ready for the winter's fall?
Said the lady in her
the butler in the hall
Is there for another?

Cried the in his sleep not likely
Said the little child, done
The can keep
And the stands a-praying

And the dies
As the white dot flickers and is
And stops to cry
The big jet over runway miles

That the patchwork green
Where slick tycoons and rich
opened up the seam
Of nights and champagne flights

Ad-man overkill and in the consumer crazed
We the sugar pill
Jagged fires the picket lines
The weep and mealy-mouthed

Through corridors of power on tip-toe
Come and see bureaucracy its final heave
And let the new through
While senses take their

Families line the streets
And put the windows through an corner
Where keepers kept the life-blood blue
Take pick and try the trick

With loaves and shared
And the shouts as the lights go out
And no-one really cares dark
Shaking the dead closed

Better not
Cold rages burn in your