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 of lavenders and cabbage-whites
Made more than 3D, glowing in the 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
Plutonium
Pandemonium...

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

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

Jet engines and
And the rain
Like finding a lost

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

iii. Demolished

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

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

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

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

iv. F E A R

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

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

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

is cooking inside me...
It ready, but already...
I'm harder to live with
Becoming harder to live
You say I'm harder to live with
I'm harder to live with
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
slide by in the night
Tanks all in yellow mud
you on the motorway
As you drive by with the kids and the and spades
Days.

v. The Grandchildren of

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

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