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

i. Sun

I remember.
The enchanted English garden
Days of summer air and nights
The dance of lavenders and cabbage-whites
Made than 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 Uranium
Than
Pandemonium...

The thunder
The sighing of the monster...
Come to break the weather
to silence all the singing birds
Tearing up the sky like
White-welding dark steel of clouds
And the release of the rain

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

Jet and demolition
And the rain
finding a lost child

The roads are travelled by
Like promises of
And some not to go
The f e a r like bravado
It did
I see waiting, smiling
On the borders in dawn's
Or lost to the in their upturned boats
be free 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 so-called streets
from demolished lives
Into

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

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

And as I here wondering why
A man beheaded on a
Falls my pocket from the sky
life
Everything is everywhere .'know what I
Handy.
And obscene.

iv. F E A R

F E A R is everywhere
Under the
Under the hard-earned bought and paid-for
Cushions, scented candles and the
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 that binds us 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 madmen all say they hear
God tells what to do
The wars are all about
always were
And the money's dressed up in
And when it's not showing off, the hiding.

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

No, you can't see my head.

And the roads are of weapons
slide by in the night
Tanks all covered in mud
Pass you on the
As you drive by with the kids and the buckets and
Days.

v. The Grandchildren of

in the air
Brimstone in the
Breathe of it
The is carrying the pictures
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 with the to see
On days f e a r, when our heads are clear
angels, we could be.