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

ii. The

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

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

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

Jet and demolition
And the summer
Like finding a lost

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

iii. Demolished

I see myself in
The at the borders
Waiting to again
Brothers, sisters, sons and
Denied our so-called streets
Running demolished lives
walls

The "haves" and the "have nothings"
The and rejected
We can't keep 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 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, scented candles and the
Mowing to the beat and the rumble of the coming

We all know about the wars that are
All the millions who cannot see
There's so much that binds us than divides us
But our f e a r it
the papers stir it
The of the flag we wave
Were and will become red again

And the all say they hear voices
God tells 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.

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

No, you can't see my head.

And the roads are full of
That by in the night
Tanks all in yellow mud
Pass you on the
As you drive by with the and the buckets and spades
Days.

v. The Grandchildren of

in the air
Brimstone in the
Breathe of it
The is carrying the pictures
The is muttering 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
angels, we could be.