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 dance of and cabbage-whites
Made more 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 always did
The gold more lives than Uranium
Than
Pandemonium...

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

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

Jet and demolition
And the rain
Like finding a child

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

iii. Demolished

I see myself in
The people at the
Waiting to exist
Brothers, sisters, sons and
Denied our so-called streets
from demolished lives
Into

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

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

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

iv. F E A R

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

We all know about the wars that are
All the millions who just see
There's so much more binds us than divides us
But our f e a r it
While the papers it
The colours of the flag we
Were and become blood red again

And the madmen all say hear voices
God them what to do
The are all about money
They always
And the dressed up in religion
And when not showing 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 becoming harder to live
I'm harder to live with
But you can't see my head
You can't see my head
You see into my head

No, you can't see my head.

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

v. The Grandchildren of

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

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