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

i. Sun

I remember.
The enchanted English garden
Days of summer air and honey-suckled
The capricious dance of and cabbage-whites
Made than 3D, glowing 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 more lives than
Than
Pandemonium...

The thunder
The sighing of the monster...
Come to break the weather
Come to all the singing birds
up the sky like paper
White-welding through dark of clouds
And the of the sudden rain

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

Jet and demolition
And the summer
Like finding a lost

The roads are travelled by
Like promises of
And some 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 boats
I'll be free or I'll die to be
to BE.

iii. Demolished

I see in them
The at the borders
Waiting to again
Brothers, sisters, sons and
Denied our golden streets
Running from lives
Into

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

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

And as I here wondering why
A man on a smartphone
into my pocket from 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 hard-earned bought and paid-for
Cushions, candles and the lawn
Mowing to the and the rumble of the coming storm

We all know about the wars 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
While the papers it
The colours of the flag we
Were and will become red again

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

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

No, you can't see my head.

And the are full of weapons
That by in the night
Tanks all in yellow mud
you on the motorway
As you by with the kids and the buckets and spades
Days.

v. The of Apes

in the air
Brimstone in the
Breathe of it
The wind is carrying the
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 the eyes to see
On days without f e a r, when our heads are
That angels, we be.