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

i. Sun

I remember.
The English walled garden
Days of air and honey-suckled nights
The capricious dance of lavenders and
more than 3D, glowing in the evening long-shadowed sun
Nowhere better. But in England, although really changes, the weather always does...

ii. The

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

The approaches
The heavy of the monster...
to break the heavy weather
Come to all the singing birds
Tearing up the sky like
through dark steel of clouds
And the of the sudden rain

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

Jet and demolition
And the summer
Like finding a child

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

iii. Lives

I see myself in
The people at the
Waiting to again
Brothers, sisters, and daughters
Denied our so-called golden
Running from demolished
Into

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

The gold us
The always did
The gold took more 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
Under the
the hard-earned bought and paid-for home
Cushions, scented candles and the
Mowing to the and the rumble of the coming storm

We all know about the wars are raging
All the millions who just see
so much more 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 become red again

And the all say they hear voices
God tells what 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 cooking me...
It ready, but already...
I'm harder to live with
Becoming harder to with
You say I'm becoming harder to with
I'm harder to live with
But you can't see my head
You see into my head
You can't see my head

No, you see into my head.

And the are full of weapons
That by in the night
all covered in yellow mud
Pass you on the
As you drive by with the kids and the 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 grandchildren of apes, not
But only we are gifted with the to see
On days without f e a r, our heads are clear
That angels, we be.