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, although nothing really changes, the weather does...

ii. The

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

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

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

Jet and demolition
And the rain
Like a lost child

The roads are travelled by
promises 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 world in their upturned
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, sons and
our so-called golden streets
Running demolished lives
Into

The "haves" and the "have nothings"
The and rejected
We can't keep 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 stand here why
A man on a smartphone
Falls my pocket from the sky
Modern
Everything is everywhere .'know I mean?
Handy.
And obscene.

iv. F E A R

F E A R is everywhere
the patio
Under the hard-earned and paid-for home
Cushions, candles and the lawn
Mowing to the beat and the of the coming storm

We all about the wars that are raging
All the millions who just 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 flag we
Were and become blood red again

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

Something is inside 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 into my
You see into my head
You can't see my head

No, you see into my head.

And the are full of weapons
That slide by in the
all covered in yellow mud
Pass you on the
As you drive by with the and the buckets and spades
Days.

v. The of Apes

in the air
Brimstone in the
deeply of it
The wind is carrying the
The is muttering the names
The in my garden ring like keys
To all the doors.

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