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

i. Sun

I remember.
The enchanted English walled
Days of air and honey-suckled nights
The dance of lavenders and cabbage-whites
Made more 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 always did
The gold took more lives than
Plutonium
Pandemonium...

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

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

Jet engines and
And the summer
finding a lost child

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

iii. Lives

I see myself in
The at the borders
to exist again
Brothers, sisters, and daughters
Denied our so-called golden
Running demolished lives
walls

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

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

And as I stand here why
A man beheaded on a
Falls into my from the sky
Modern
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 beat and the rumble of the storm

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

And the all say they hear voices
God tells what to do
The wars are all about
always were
And the money's up in religion
And when 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 to live with
I'm becoming harder to 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 full of
That slide by in the
Tanks all covered in mud
Pass you on the
As you drive by with the kids and the 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 garden 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.