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

i. Sun

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

ii. The

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

The approaches
The sighing of the monster...
Come to the heavy weather
Come to silence all the singing
Tearing up the sky paper
White-welding through steel of clouds
And the release of the sudden

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

Jet engines and
And the rain
Like finding a lost

The roads are travelled by
Like 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 free or die trying to be
to BE.

iii. Demolished

I see in them
The people at the
Waiting to again
Brothers, sisters, and daughters
Denied our so-called golden
from demolished lives
Into

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

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

And as I here wondering why
A man beheaded on a
Falls into my pocket the sky
life
Everything is everywhere .'know what I
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
to the beat and the rumble of the coming storm

We all know about the wars that are
All the millions who just see
There's so more that binds us than divides us
But our f e a r it
While the papers it
The of the flag we wave
Were and will become red again

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

is cooking 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 harder to live
But you see into my head
You see into my head
You see into my head

No, you see into my head.

And the roads are of weapons
That slide by in the
Tanks all covered in 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
deeply 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 grandchildren of apes, not
But we are gifted with the eyes to see
On days f e a r, when our heads are clear
That angels, we be.