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

i. Sun

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

ii. The

The stops us
The always did
The gold took more than Uranium
Than
Pandemonium...

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

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

Jet and demolition
And the summer
Like a lost child

The are travelled by many
promises of peace
And some not to go
The f e a r looks bravado
It did
I see them waiting,
On the borders in dawn's
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
Denied our so-called golden
Running from lives
walls

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

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

And as I stand here why
A man on a smartphone
into my pocket from the sky
Modern
Everything is everywhere .'know I mean?
Handy.
And obscene.

iv. F E A R

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

We all know the wars that are raging
All the who just cannot see
so much more that binds us than divides us
But our f e a r it
While the stir it
The colours of the flag we
Were and will blood red again

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

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

No, you see into my head.

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

v. The Grandchildren of

in the air
Brimstone in the
deeply of it
The wind is carrying the
The rain is muttering the
The wind-chimes in my ring like keys
To all the doors.

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