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 dance of lavenders and
more than 3D, glowing in the evening long-shadowed sun
Nowhere better. But in England, although really changes, the weather always does...

ii. The

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

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

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

Jet and demolition
And the rain
finding a lost child

The are travelled by many
promises 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. Demolished

I see myself in
The at the borders
Waiting to exist
Brothers, sisters, and daughters
Denied our so-called streets
Running from demolished
walls

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

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

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

iv. F E A R

F E A R is here
Under the
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 just see
There's so more that binds us than divides us
But our f e a r it
While the papers it
The colours of the flag we
and will become blood red again

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

Something is cooking me...
It ready, but already...
I'm becoming harder to live
Becoming harder to with
You say I'm becoming harder to live
I'm becoming to live 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
slide by in the night
Tanks all in yellow mud
you on the motorway
As you by with the kids and the buckets and spades
Days.

v. The Grandchildren of

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