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

i. Sun

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

ii. The

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

The thunder
The sighing of the monster...
Come to break the heavy
Come to silence all the singing
up the sky like paper
White-welding dark steel of clouds
And the release of the rain

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

Jet engines and
And the summer
Like finding a child

The roads are by many
Like of peace
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 their boats
be free or I'll die trying to be
to BE.

iii. Lives

I see in them
The at the borders
Waiting to exist
Brothers, sisters, sons and
Denied our so-called golden
Running demolished lives
Into

The "haves" and the "have nothings"
The and rejected
We can't keep 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
Falls into my from the sky
life
Everything is .'know what I mean?
Handy.
And obscene.

iv. F E A R

F E A R is here
the patio
Under the hard-earned and paid-for home
Cushions, candles and the lawn
Mowing to the beat and the rumble of the coming

We all know about the 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 colours of the we wave
and will become blood red again

And the all say they hear voices
God tells them to do
The wars are all about
always were
And the money's 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 live
harder to live with
You say I'm becoming to live with
I'm becoming harder to live
But you see into my head
You can't see into my
You see into my head

No, you see into my head.

And the are full of weapons
That slide by in the
Tanks all in yellow mud
you on the motorway
As you drive by the kids and the buckets and spades
Days.

v. The Grandchildren of

in the air
Brimstone in the
Breathe of it
The wind is the pictures
The rain is the names
The wind-chimes in my garden ring keys
To all the doors.

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