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

i. Sun

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

ii. The

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

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

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

Jet and demolition
And the rain
Like a lost child

The roads are by many
Like of peace
And choose not to go
The f e a r looks like
It did
I see them waiting,
On the borders in mist
Or lost to the in their upturned boats
be free or I'll die trying to be
to BE.

iii. Lives

I see myself in
The at the borders
Waiting to exist
Brothers, sisters, and daughters
our so-called golden streets
Running from lives
Into

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

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

And as I here wondering why
A man on a smartphone
Falls into my pocket the sky
Modern
Everything is everywhere .'know what I
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 candles and the
to the beat and the rumble of the coming storm

We all know the wars that are raging
All the millions who cannot see
There's so much more binds us than divides us
But our f e a r it
While the stir it
The colours of the flag we
Were and will blood red again

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

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

No, you can't see my head.

And the roads are of weapons
slide by in the night
Tanks all covered in mud
you on the motorway
As you drive by with the kids and the 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 grandchildren of apes, not
But only we are gifted the eyes to see
On without f e a r, when our heads are clear
angels, we could be.