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

i. Sun

I remember.
The English walled garden
Days of summer air and 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 stops us
The always did
The gold took more than Uranium
Plutonium
Pandemonium...

The thunder
The sighing of the monster...
Come to the heavy weather
Come to silence all the birds
Tearing up the sky paper
White-welding through steel of clouds
And the release of the rain

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

iii. Demolished

I see myself in
The people at the
Waiting to again
Brothers, sisters, sons and
Denied our golden streets
Running from lives
walls

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

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

And as I here wondering why
A man on a smartphone
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 everywhere
the patio
Under the hard-earned bought and paid-for
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 who just cannot see
There's so much more that binds us divides us
But our f e a r it
the papers stir it
The colours of the we wave
Were and will become blood red

And the all say they hear voices
God tells them to do
The are all about money
always were
And the money's up in religion
And it's not showing off, the money's hiding.

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

No, you see into my head.

And the roads are full of
That slide by in the
all covered in yellow 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 is carrying the pictures
The rain is muttering the
The wind-chimes in my garden like keys
To all the doors.

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