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

i. Sun

I remember.
The English walled garden
Days of summer air and 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 always does...

ii. The

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

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

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

Jet and demolition
And the rain
Like finding a lost

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

iii. Lives

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

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

The gold us
The gold did
The gold took more than Uranium
Polonium. Pandemonium.

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

iv. F E A R

F E A R is here
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 about the that are raging
All the millions who just see
There's so much more that binds us divides us
But our f e a r it
the papers stir it
The colours of the we wave
Were and become blood red again

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

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

No, you can't see my head.

And the roads are of weapons
slide by in the night
Tanks all covered in mud
you on the motorway
As you drive by with the and the buckets and spades
Days.

v. The of Apes

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

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