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 capricious of lavenders and cabbage-whites
Made than 3D, glowing in the evening long-shadowed sun
Nowhere better. But in England, nothing really changes, the weather always does...

ii. The

The stops us
The always did
The gold took lives than Uranium
Plutonium
Pandemonium...

The approaches
The heavy of the monster...
Come to break the weather
to silence all the singing birds
Tearing up the sky paper
through dark steel of clouds
And the release of the rain

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

Jet engines and
And the rain
Like a lost child

The roads are 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 in dawn's mist
Or lost to the world in upturned boats
I'll be free or I'll die to be
to BE.

iii. Lives

I see in them
The at the borders
to exist again
Brothers, sisters, and daughters
our so-called golden streets
Running from lives
walls

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

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

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

iv. F E A R

F E A R is everywhere
Under the
the hard-earned bought and paid-for home
Cushions, scented 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 much more that binds us than us
But our f e a r it
the papers stir it
The of the flag we wave
and will become blood red again

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

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

No, you can't see my head.

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

v. The of Apes

in the air
Brimstone in the
deeply of it
The wind is the pictures
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 only we are gifted the eyes to see
On days without f e a r, when our heads are
angels, we could be.