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

i. Sun

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

ii. The

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

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

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

Jet engines and
And the rain
Like finding a child

The roads are by many
Like promises of
And choose not to go
The f e a r looks like
It did
I see waiting, smiling
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, sons and
Denied our golden streets
Running from demolished
walls

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

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

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

iv. F E A R

F E A R is everywhere
Under the
Under the hard-earned and paid-for home
Cushions, candles and the lawn
Mowing to the beat and the of the coming storm

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
While the stir it
The colours of the we wave
Were and will become red again

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

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

No, you can't see my head.

And the roads are full of
slide by in the night
Tanks all in yellow mud
Pass you on the
As you by with the kids and the buckets and spades
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 like keys
To all the doors.

We are the grandchildren of apes, not
But we are gifted with the eyes to see
On days without f e a r, when our heads are
angels, we could be.