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

i. Sun

I remember.
The enchanted English walled
Days of summer air and 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 gold did
The gold took more than Uranium
Than
Pandemonium...

The thunder
The heavy of the monster...
to break the heavy weather
Come to silence all the birds
up the sky like paper
White-welding through dark of clouds
And the release of the rain

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

Jet and demolition
And the rain
finding a lost child

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

iii. Lives

I see myself in
The at the borders
Waiting to exist
Brothers, sisters, and daughters
our so-called golden streets
Running from lives
Into

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

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

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

iv. F E A R

F E A R is here
Under the
Under the hard-earned 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 just see
There's so much that binds us than divides us
But our f e a r it
the papers stir it
The of the flag we wave
Were and will become blood red

And the all say they hear voices
God tells them to do
The are all about money
They always
And the dressed up in religion
And when it's not off, the money's hiding.

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

No, you see into my head.

And the roads are of weapons
That slide by in the
Tanks all covered in mud
you on the motorway
As you drive by with the kids and the and spades
Days.

v. The of Apes

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

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