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

i. Sun

I remember.
The English walled garden
of summer air and honey-suckled nights
The capricious of lavenders and cabbage-whites
Made more than 3D, glowing in the evening 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
Plutonium
Pandemonium...

The thunder
The sighing of the monster...
Come to break the heavy
Come to silence all the birds
Tearing up the sky paper
White-welding through dark 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 and demolition
And the summer
finding a lost child

The roads are travelled by
promises 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 their boats
I'll be free or die trying to be
to BE.

iii. Lives

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

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

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

And as I stand wondering why
A man on a smartphone
into my pocket from the sky
Modern
Everything is everywhere .'know what I
Handy.
And obscene.

iv. F E A R

F E A R is here
the patio
Under the hard-earned bought and home
Cushions, scented candles and the
Mowing to the and the rumble of the coming storm

We all know about the that are raging
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 of the flag we wave
Were and will become blood red

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

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

No, you can't see my head.

And the roads are of weapons
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
deeply of it
The wind is the pictures
The is muttering the names
The wind-chimes in my garden ring keys
To all the doors.

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