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 dance of lavenders and cabbage-whites
Made more than 3D, glowing in the evening sun
Nowhere better. But in England, although nothing really changes, the weather does...

ii. The

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

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

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

Jet and demolition
And the rain
Like finding a child

The roads are by many
Like promises of
And choose not to go
The f e a r looks bravado
It did
I see them waiting,
On the in dawn's mist
Or to the world in their upturned boats
I'll be free or I'll die to be
to BE.

iii. Demolished

I see myself in
The at the borders
Waiting to again
Brothers, sisters, and daughters
Denied our so-called streets
Running from lives
Into

The "haves" and the "have nothings"
The and rejected
We can't keep them in
We can't keep letting 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 my pocket from the sky
Modern
Everything is .'know what I mean?
Handy.
And obscene.

iv. F E A R

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

We all know about the wars that are
All the millions who just see
There's so much more that us than divides us
But our f e a r it
the papers stir it
The colours of the flag we
Were and will become blood red

And the madmen all say they voices
God them what to do
The wars are all money
They were
And the money's dressed up in
And it's not showing off, the money's hiding.

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

No, you see into my head.

And the are full of weapons
slide by in the night
Tanks all covered in mud
you on the motorway
As you drive by the kids and the buckets and spades
Days.

v. The Grandchildren of

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

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