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 capricious dance of lavenders and
Made more 3D, glowing in the evening long-shadowed sun
Nowhere better. But in England, although nothing really changes, the always does...

ii. The

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

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

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

Jet engines and
And the summer
Like a lost child

The roads are by many
Like of peace
And choose 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 in their upturned boats
I'll be free or I'll die to be
to BE.

iii. Lives

I see myself in
The at the borders
to exist again
Brothers, sisters, sons and
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 keep letting in?

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

And as I here wondering why
A man beheaded on a
Falls into my pocket the sky
life
Everything is .'know what I mean?
Handy.
And obscene.

iv. F E A R

F E A R is here
Under the
Under the hard-earned bought and home
Cushions, scented candles and the
Mowing to the beat and the of the coming storm

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

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

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

No, you can't see my head.

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

v. The of Apes

in the air
Brimstone in the
deeply of it
The is carrying 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
That angels, we be.