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
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 always did
The gold took more lives Uranium
Than
Pandemonium...

The thunder
The heavy of the monster...
Come to the heavy weather
Come to all the singing birds
up the sky like paper
White-welding through dark of clouds
And the release of the sudden

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

Jet engines and
And the rain
Like finding a lost

The roads are by many
Like promises of
And choose 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. Demolished

I see in them
The people at the
Waiting to again
Brothers, sisters, sons and
Denied our golden streets
Running from demolished
Into

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

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

And as I stand wondering why
A man beheaded on a
Falls into my from the sky
life
Everything is everywhere .'know what I
Handy.
And obscene.

iv. F E A R

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

We all about the wars that are raging
All the who just cannot see
so much more that binds us than divides us
But our f e a r it
While the papers it
The colours of the we wave
Were and will become blood red

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

No, you can't see my head.

And the roads are full of
That by in the night
Tanks all covered in mud
you on the motorway
As you drive by with the kids and the buckets and
Days.

v. The of Apes

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

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