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

i. Sun

I remember.
The English walled garden
Days of air and honey-suckled nights
The dance of lavenders and cabbage-whites
Made than 3D, glowing in the evening long-shadowed sun
better. But in England, although nothing really changes, the weather always does...

ii. The

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

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

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

Jet engines and
And the rain
Like finding a lost

The are travelled by many
promises 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 to the world in their upturned boats
I'll be or I'll die trying to be
to BE.

iii. Demolished

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

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

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

And as I stand wondering why
A man on a smartphone
Falls into my pocket the sky
life
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 about the wars that are raging
All the millions who just see
There's so much more that binds us than us
But our f e a r it
the papers stir it
The of the flag we wave
Were and will blood red again

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

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

No, you see into my head.

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

v. The of Apes

in the air
Brimstone in the
deeply of it
The wind is carrying the
The is muttering the names
The wind-chimes in my garden ring like
To all the doors.

We are the grandchildren of apes, not
But only we are gifted with the to see
On days f e a r, when our heads are clear
That angels, we be.