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 lavenders and
Made more than 3D, glowing in the evening sun
Nowhere better. But in England, although really changes, the weather always does...

ii. The

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

The approaches
The sighing of the monster...
to break the heavy weather
Come to all the singing birds
Tearing up the sky like
White-welding through steel of clouds
And the release of the sudden

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

Jet and demolition
And the rain
finding a lost child

The are travelled by many
Like promises of
And some 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 world in upturned boats
I'll be or I'll die trying to be
to BE.

iii. Demolished

I see in them
The people at the
to exist again
Brothers, sisters, sons and
Denied our so-called streets
Running from demolished
walls

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

The gold us
The always did
The took 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 everywhere
Under the
Under the bought and paid-for home
Cushions, scented and the lawn
Mowing to the and the rumble of the coming storm

We all know the wars that are raging
All the millions who cannot see
There's so much that binds us than divides us
But our f e a r it
While the stir it
The of the flag we wave
Were and become blood red again

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

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

No, you see into my head.

And the roads are of weapons
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 of Apes

in the air
Brimstone in the
deeply of it
The is carrying the pictures
The is muttering 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 days without f e a r, our heads are clear
That angels, we be.