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 nights
The capricious dance of lavenders and
Made more 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 always did
The gold took lives than Uranium
Than
Pandemonium...

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

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

Jet and demolition
And the rain
Like finding a lost

The roads are by many
Like promises of
And some 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 in their upturned boats
be free or I'll die trying to be
to BE.

iii. Lives

I see in them
The people at the
to exist again
Brothers, sisters, and daughters
Denied our golden streets
Running demolished lives
walls

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

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

And as I stand here why
A man beheaded on a
Falls 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 everywhere
Under the
Under the bought and paid-for home
Cushions, candles and the lawn
Mowing to the beat and the of the coming storm

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

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

Something is cooking me...
It ready, but already...
I'm harder to live with
Becoming to live with
You say I'm becoming harder to with
I'm becoming harder to live
But you can't see into my
You can't see into my
You see into 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
you on the motorway
As you by with the kids and the buckets and spades
Days.

v. The Grandchildren of

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

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