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

i. Sun

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

ii. The

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

The approaches
The sighing of the monster...
Come to the heavy weather
Come to silence all the birds
Tearing up the sky paper
White-welding through steel of clouds
And the release of the sudden

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

Jet engines and
And the summer
Like a lost child

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

iii. Lives

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

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

The gold us
The always did
The gold took more lives than
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 here
the patio
Under the hard-earned and paid-for home
Cushions, candles 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 just see
There's so much more that us than divides us
But our f e a r it
While the stir it
The colours of the we wave
and will become blood red again

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

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

No, you see into my head.

And the roads are full of
That slide by in the
Tanks all covered in mud
you on the motorway
As you drive by with the kids and the buckets and
Days.

v. The of Apes

in the air
Brimstone in the
Breathe of it
The wind is the pictures
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 without f e a r, when our heads are clear
That angels, we be.