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

i. Sun

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

ii. The

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

The approaches
The heavy of the monster...
Come to 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 gold did
The gold took more lives than
Plutonium. Pandemonium.
The Gold!

Jet engines and
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 borders in dawn's
Or lost to the world in their upturned
I'll be free or die trying to be
to BE.

iii. Demolished

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

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

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

And as I stand wondering why
A man beheaded on a
Falls into my from the sky
life
Everything is everywhere .'know I mean?
Handy.
And obscene.

iv. F E A R

F E A R is here
Under the
Under the bought and paid-for home
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 cannot see
There's so much more that binds us divides us
But our f e a r it
While the stir it
The colours of the flag we
Were and will blood red again

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

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

No, you see into 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 with the and the buckets and spades
Days.

v. The of Apes

in the air
Brimstone in the
deeply of it
The wind is carrying the
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, our heads are clear
angels, we could be.