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

i. Sun

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

ii. The

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

The thunder
The heavy of the monster...
Come to the heavy weather
Come to silence all the birds
up the sky like paper
White-welding through dark of clouds
And the release of the sudden

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

Jet and demolition
And the rain
Like finding a lost

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

iii. Lives

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

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 more lives than Uranium
Polonium. Pandemonium.

And as I stand here why
A man on a smartphone
Falls into my from the sky
Modern
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
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 more that binds us than divides us
But our f e a r it
the papers stir 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 are all about money
They were
And the dressed up in religion
And when it's not showing off, the hiding.

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

No, you can't see my head.

And the are full of weapons
That slide by in the
all covered 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 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
That angels, we be.