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

i. Sun

I remember.
The enchanted English garden
Days of summer air and nights
The dance of lavenders and cabbage-whites
Made more 3D, glowing in the evening long-shadowed sun
Nowhere better. But in England, nothing really changes, the weather always does...

ii. The

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

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

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

Jet and demolition
And the summer
finding a lost child

The roads are by many
promises of peace
And some not to go
The f e a r like bravado
It did
I see waiting, smiling
On the borders in mist
Or to the world in their upturned boats
be free or I'll die trying to be
to BE.

iii. Lives

I see myself in
The at the borders
Waiting to 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 keep letting in
We can't letting them in?

The stops us
The gold did
The gold took more lives than
Polonium. Pandemonium.

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

iv. F E A R

F E A R is everywhere
the patio
Under the bought and paid-for home
Cushions, scented candles and the
Mowing to the and the rumble of the coming storm

We all know about the that are raging
All the millions who cannot see
so much more that binds us than divides us
But our f e a r it
the papers stir it
The colours of the we wave
Were and will become blood red

And the madmen all say hear voices
God them what to do
The are all about money
always 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 harder to live
I'm becoming harder to live
But you can't see into my
You can't see into my
You see into my head

No, you see into my head.

And the are full of weapons
That slide by in the
Tanks all in yellow mud
Pass you on the
As you drive by with the and the buckets and spades
Days.

v. The of Apes

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

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