Luyện nghe bài hát Dark Ages

Darlings are you ready for the winter's fall?
Said the in her parlor
Said the butler in the
Is time for another?

the drunkard in his sleep not likely
Said the little child, done
The lord can
And the vicar stands

And the television
As the white dot flickers and is
And no-one to cry
The big jet over runway miles

scar the patchwork green
Where slick tycoons and buffoons
Have up the seam
Of nights and champagne flights

Ad-man overkill and in the haze consumer
We the sugar pill
Jagged fires mark the picket
The politicians and mealy-mouthed

Through of power on tip-toe creep
Come and see bureaucracy its final heave
And let the new disorder
While senses their leave

Families screaming the streets
And put the windows through an shops
keepers kept the country's life-blood blue
Take pick and try the trick

loaves and fishes shared
And the vicar shouts as the go out
And really cares dark ages
Shaking the dead closed

Better not
Cold rages burn in head