Luyện nghe bài hát El Dorado (IV) F E A R [Explicit]

i. Sun

I remember.
The English walled garden
of summer air and honey-suckled nights
The capricious dance of lavenders and
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 always did
The took more lives than Uranium
Than
Pandemonium...

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

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

Jet engines and
And the summer
Like a lost child

The roads are by many
Like promises of
And choose not to go
The f e a r looks bravado
It did
I see them waiting,
On the borders in mist
Or lost to the in their upturned 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
Running from demolished
Into

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

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

And as I stand here why
A man beheaded on a
Falls into my pocket the sky
life
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 bought and paid-for
Cushions, candles and the lawn
Mowing to the beat and the rumble of the storm

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

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

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

No, you can't see my head.

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

v. The Grandchildren of

in the air
Brimstone in the
Breathe of it
The wind is the pictures
The rain is muttering the
The wind-chimes in my ring like 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 heads are
That angels, we be.