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

ii. The

The gold us
The gold did
The gold took lives than Uranium
Than
Pandemonium...

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

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

Jet engines and
And the summer
Like finding a child

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

iii. Lives

I see myself in
The at the borders
Waiting to exist
Brothers, sisters, sons and
Denied our so-called golden
Running from demolished
Into

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

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

And as I stand here why
A man beheaded on a
into 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 here
the patio
Under the hard-earned bought and paid-for
Cushions, scented and the lawn
Mowing to the beat and the rumble of the coming

We all know the wars that are raging
All the millions who cannot 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
and will become blood red again

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

is cooking inside me...
It ready, but already...
I'm becoming harder to live
harder to live with
You say I'm becoming to live with
I'm becoming 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 and the buckets and spades
Days.

v. The Grandchildren of

in the air
Brimstone in the
deeply of it
The is carrying the pictures
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 we are gifted with the eyes to see
On days without f e a r, when our are clear
angels, we could be.