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

i. Sun

I remember.
The enchanted English garden
Days of summer air and nights
The capricious dance of and cabbage-whites
Made more than 3D, glowing in the long-shadowed sun
Nowhere better. But in England, nothing really changes, the weather always does...

ii. The

The stops us
The always did
The gold took more than Uranium
Than
Pandemonium...

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

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

Jet and demolition
And the summer
Like finding a child

The roads are by many
Like of peace
And some not to go
The f e a r looks bravado
It did
I see waiting, smiling
On the in dawn's 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, and daughters
Denied our so-called streets
from demolished lives
Into

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

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

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

We all know about the 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
While the papers 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
always were
And the money's up in religion
And when it's not off, the money's hiding.

is cooking inside me...
It ready, but already...
I'm becoming to live with
Becoming harder to live
You say I'm harder to live with
I'm becoming harder to live
But you see into my head
You can't see into my
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
Pass you on the
As you by with the kids and the buckets and spades
Days.

v. The Grandchildren of

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

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