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

i. Sun

I remember.
The enchanted English garden
of summer air and honey-suckled nights
The dance of lavenders and cabbage-whites
Made more than 3D, in the evening long-shadowed sun
Nowhere better. But in England, although really changes, the weather always does...

ii. The

The gold us
The always did
The gold more lives than Uranium
Plutonium
Pandemonium...

The thunder
The sighing of the monster...
Come to break the heavy
Come to silence all the singing
Tearing up the sky like
White-welding dark steel of clouds
And the of the sudden rain

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

Jet and demolition
And the summer
Like a lost child

The roads are by many
Like of peace
And some not to go
The f e a r looks like
It did
I see waiting, smiling
On the in dawn's 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 again
Brothers, sisters, sons and
Denied our so-called streets
Running demolished lives
Into

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

The gold us
The always did
The gold more lives than Uranium
Polonium. Pandemonium.

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

iv. F E A R

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

We all know the wars that are raging
All the millions who cannot see
There's so much more that us than divides us
But our f e a r it
While the stir it
The colours of the flag we
and will become blood red again

And the madmen all say they hear
God tells what to do
The are all about money
always were
And the money's up in religion
And when it's not off, the money's hiding.

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

No, you can't see my head.

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

v. The of Apes

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

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