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 dance of 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 stops us
The gold did
The gold took more than Uranium
Than
Pandemonium...

The approaches
The sighing of the monster...
Come to break the heavy
Come to silence all the singing
Tearing up the sky paper
through dark steel of clouds
And the of the sudden rain

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

Jet and demolition
And the rain
Like finding a lost

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

iii. Demolished

I see in them
The at the borders
Waiting to exist
Brothers, sisters, sons and
Denied our golden streets
Running demolished lives
walls

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

The stops us
The gold did
The gold took more than Uranium
Polonium. Pandemonium.

And as I here wondering why
A man beheaded on a
Falls into my from the sky
Modern
is everywhere .'know what I mean?
Handy.
And obscene.

iv. F E A R

F E A R is here
the patio
Under the hard-earned bought and home
Cushions, candles 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 cannot see
There's so more that binds us than divides us
But our f e a r it
the papers stir it
The colours of the we wave
and will become blood red again

And the all say they hear voices
God them what to do
The wars are all money
They were
And the money's dressed up in
And when not showing off, the money's hiding.

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

No, you can't see my head.

And the roads are full of
slide by in the night
Tanks all in yellow mud
Pass you on the
As you drive by with the kids and the buckets and
Days.

v. The Grandchildren of

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

We are the grandchildren of apes, not
But only we are gifted with the to see
On days f e a r, when our heads are clear
That angels, we be.