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 capricious dance of and cabbage-whites
Made more than 3D, glowing in the evening sun
Nowhere better. But in England, although really changes, the weather always does...

ii. The

The stops us
The gold did
The took more lives than Uranium
Plutonium
Pandemonium...

The thunder
The heavy of the monster...
Come to the heavy weather
to silence all the singing birds
Tearing up the sky paper
White-welding dark steel of clouds
And the of the sudden rain

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

Jet and demolition
And the rain
Like a lost child

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

iii. Demolished

I see in them
The at the borders
to exist again
Brothers, sisters, and daughters
Denied our so-called streets
Running demolished lives
walls

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

The gold us
The always did
The gold took lives than Uranium
Polonium. Pandemonium.

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

iv. F E A R

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

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

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

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

No, you see into my head.

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

v. The of Apes

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

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