Luyện nghe bài hát Dark Ages

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

Cried the drunkard in his sleep not
Said the child, what's done
The can keep
And the vicar a-praying

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

That scar the patchwork
Where slick tycoons and buffoons
Have up the seam
Of golden nights and flights

Ad-man and in the haze consumer crazed
We take the sugar
fires mark the picket lines
The politicians weep and

Through corridors of power on creep
and see bureaucracy make its final heave
And let the new through
While senses take leave

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

With loaves and shared
And the vicar as the lights go out
And no-one really dark ages
Shaking the dead pages

Better not
Cold rages burn in your