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 capricious 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 lives than Uranium
Plutonium
Pandemonium...

The thunder
The sighing of the monster...
Come to the heavy weather
Come to silence all the birds
Tearing up the sky like
through dark steel of clouds
And the of the sudden rain

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

Jet and demolition
And the rain
Like finding a lost

The roads are by many
Like of peace
And some not to go
The f e a r like 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 I'll die to be
to BE.

iii. Demolished

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

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

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

And as I here 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 here
the patio
Under the bought and paid-for home
Cushions, scented and the lawn
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 us than divides us
But our f e a r it
the papers stir it
The colours of the flag we
and will become blood red again

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

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

No, you see into my head.

And the roads are full of
slide by in the night
Tanks all in yellow 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 carrying the
The rain is the names
The wind-chimes in my garden ring like
To all the doors.

We are the of apes, not angels
But only we are gifted the eyes to see
On without f e a r, when our heads are clear
That angels, we be.