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

i. Sun

I remember.
The enchanted walled garden
Days of summer air and nights
The capricious dance of lavenders and
Made more than 3D, in the evening long-shadowed sun
Nowhere better. But in England, although nothing really changes, the always does...

ii. The

The gold us
The always did
The gold took more than Uranium
Than
Pandemonium...

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

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

Jet and demolition
And the summer
finding a lost child

The roads are travelled by
Like promises of
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 their upturned
be free or I'll die trying to be
to BE.

iii. Demolished

I see myself in
The at the borders
to exist again
Brothers, sisters, and daughters
Denied our so-called golden
from demolished lives
Into

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

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

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

iv. F E A R

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

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

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

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

No, you see into my head.

And the roads are full of
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
deeply of it
The wind is carrying the
The rain is the names
The wind-chimes in my ring like keys
To all the doors.

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