Luyện nghe bài hát El Dorado (III) Demolished Lives [Explicit]

i. Sun

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

ii. The

The gold us
The gold did
The gold took more lives than
Plutonium
Pandemonium...

The thunder
The heavy of the monster...
to break the heavy weather
Come to all the singing birds
Tearing up the sky like
White-welding through dark steel of
And the release of the sudden

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

Jet engines and
And the summer
Like finding a child

The roads are by many
Like promises of
And choose not to go
The f e a r looks bravado
It did
I see waiting, smiling
On the borders in mist
Or lost to the world in 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
our so-called golden streets
Running from demolished
Into

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

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

And as I here wondering why
A man on a smartphone
Falls into my from the sky
life
Everything is everywhere .'know what I
Handy.
And obscene.

iv. F E A R

F E A R is everywhere
the patio
Under the hard-earned and paid-for home
Cushions, scented candles and the
Mowing to the and the rumble of the coming storm

We all know about the wars are raging
All the who just cannot see
so much more that binds us than divides us
But our f e a r it
the papers stir it
The colours of the flag we
Were and will blood red again

And the madmen all say they voices
God them what to do
The are all about money
always were
And the money's dressed up in
And it's not showing off, the money's hiding.

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

No, you see into my head.

And the are full of weapons
slide by in the night
Tanks all covered in mud
Pass you on the
As you drive by with the 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 is muttering the names
The in my garden ring like keys
To all the doors.

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