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

i. Sun

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

ii. The

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

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

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

Jet engines and
And the summer
finding a lost child

The roads are by many
promises of peace
And choose not to go
The f e a r looks bravado
It did
I see waiting, smiling
On the in dawn's mist
Or lost to the world in their boats
be free or I'll die trying to be
to BE.

iii. Demolished

I see in them
The people at the
to exist again
Brothers, sisters, and daughters
Denied our golden streets
Running from demolished
Into

The "haves" and the "have nothings"
The and rejected
We keep letting them in
We keep letting them in?

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

And as I stand wondering why
A man on a smartphone
into my pocket from the sky
Modern
Everything is .'know what I mean?
Handy.
And obscene.

iv. F E A R

F E A R is here
the patio
Under the bought and paid-for home
Cushions, scented candles and the
Mowing to the beat and the of the coming storm

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

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

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

No, you can't see my head.

And the are full of weapons
That by in the night
Tanks all in yellow mud
you on the motorway
As you drive by with the kids and the buckets and
Days.

v. The Grandchildren of

in the air
Brimstone in the
Breathe of it
The wind is carrying the
The rain is muttering the
The wind-chimes in my garden ring like
To all the doors.

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