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

i. Sun

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

ii. The

The stops us
The gold did
The gold took more lives Uranium
Than
Pandemonium...

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

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

Jet engines and
And the rain
Like a lost child

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

iii. Lives

I see myself in
The people at the
Waiting to again
Brothers, sisters, sons and
Denied our so-called streets
from demolished lives
Into

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

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

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

iv. F E A R

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

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

And the all say they hear voices
God them what to do
The wars are all about
They always
And the money's dressed up in
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 to live with
I'm becoming harder to with
But you can't see my head
You can't see into my
You see into my head

No, you can't see my head.

And the roads are full of
That slide by in the
Tanks all covered in mud
Pass you on the
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 is carrying the pictures
The rain is 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 without f e a r, when our heads are clear
That angels, we be.