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 honey-suckled
The dance of lavenders and cabbage-whites
Made than 3D, glowing in the evening long-shadowed sun
Nowhere better. But in England, nothing really changes, the weather always does...

ii. The

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

The thunder
The heavy of the monster...
Come to the heavy weather
Come to all the singing birds
Tearing up the sky paper
through dark steel of clouds
And the release of the rain

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

Jet and demolition
And the rain
Like finding a lost

The roads are travelled by
promises of peace
And choose not to go
The f e a r looks like
It did
I see them waiting,
On the in dawn's mist
Or lost to the world in their boats
I'll be or I'll die trying to be
to BE.

iii. Demolished

I see myself in
The people at the
Waiting to exist
Brothers, sisters, sons and
Denied our so-called golden
Running from lives
walls

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

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

And as I stand here 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 bought and paid-for home
Cushions, scented and the lawn
to the beat and the rumble of the coming storm

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

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

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

No, you see into 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 and the buckets and spades
Days.

v. The Grandchildren of

in the air
Brimstone in the
deeply of it
The is carrying the pictures
The is muttering the names
The wind-chimes in my ring like keys
To all the doors.

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