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

i. Sun

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

ii. The

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

The approaches
The sighing of the monster...
Come to the heavy weather
Come to silence all the singing
Tearing up the sky like
White-welding through steel 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 summer
finding a lost child

The roads are by many
Like of peace
And choose not to go
The f e a r looks bravado
It did
I see them waiting,
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. Demolished

I see in them
The people at the
Waiting to again
Brothers, sisters, sons and
our so-called golden streets
Running demolished lives
Into

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

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

And as I stand wondering why
A man on a smartphone
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 here
the patio
Under the bought and paid-for home
Cushions, scented candles and the
Mowing to the beat and the of the coming storm

We all know the wars that are raging
All the millions who just see
There's so much more that binds us divides us
But our f e a r it
While the papers it
The colours of the flag we
and will become blood red again

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

Something is cooking me...
It ready, but already...
I'm harder to live with
harder to live with
You say I'm becoming harder to live
I'm becoming to live 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 roads are of weapons
That slide by in the
Tanks all covered in 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 wind is carrying the
The rain is muttering the
The wind-chimes in my garden ring like
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 are clear
That angels, we be.