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

i. Sun

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

ii. The

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

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

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

Jet and demolition
And the summer
Like finding a lost

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

iii. Demolished

I see myself in
The people at the
to exist again
Brothers, sisters, sons and
Denied our golden streets
Running demolished lives
Into

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

The stops us
The always did
The gold took more lives Uranium
Polonium. Pandemonium.

And as I stand wondering why
A man on a smartphone
Falls into my 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 hard-earned bought and home
Cushions, candles and the lawn
Mowing to the and the rumble of the coming storm

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

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

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

No, you can't see my head.

And the roads are full of
That by in the night
all covered in yellow mud
Pass you on the
As you drive by with the and the buckets and spades
Days.

v. The Grandchildren of

in the air
Brimstone in the
deeply of it
The wind is carrying the
The is muttering the names
The in my garden ring 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
angels, we could be.