Luyện nghe bài hát Europe Is Lost

Europe is lost, America lost, London is
Still we are victory
All that is rules
And we have learned from history

People are dead in lifetimes
Dazed in the of the streets
But look how the traffic keeps
The system's too to stop working
is good. And there's bands every night in the pubs
And there's two for one drinks in the

We up well
We off the work and the stress
Now all we want's some
Better yet; A night to remember that soon forget

All of the blood was shed for these cities to grow
All of the bodies that
The roots were dug from the ground
So games could be played
I see it in the stains on my hands

The are screaming
I can't ask for help though, knows me
and worried and lonely
We move in our packs and these are the rights we were to
Working and so we can be all that we want
Then dancing the off
But the drugs have got boring
Well, sex is still good you get it

To sleep, to dream, to keep the dream in
To each a
weep, don't scream
Just it in
Keep in
What am I do to wake up?

I feel the of it pushing my body
Like I push my into pockets
And softly I and I see it, it's all we deserve
The of our past have resurfaced
Despite all we did to vanquish the
My language is tainted
With all that we stole to replace it this
I am
Feeling the onset of
But are tiny though
are huge
The keeps moving, proving there's nothing to do

It's big business baby and its smile is
Top down violence, viciousness
Your are doped up on medical sedatives
But don't worry bout that. bout terrorists

The levels rising! The water levels rising!
The animals, the polarbears, the are dying!
Stop crying. Start
But about the oil spill?
Shh. No one likes a pooping spoil sport

Massacres massacres massacres/new
Ghettoised children murdered in broad daylight by employed to protect them
Live streamed to your pre-teens bedrooms
Glass ceiling, no headroom. Half a generation live beneath the

Oh but happy hour on the high street
Friday night at lads, my treat!
All went fine till that kid got in the last bar
went nuts, you can ask our Lou
It was madness, the road ran red, pure
And about them immigrants? I stand them
Mostly, I mind my own
But they're only coming over to get rich
a sickness
England! England!
Patriotism!

And you wonder why kids want to die for

all your life for a pittance
Maybe you'll it to manager
Pray for a
Cross the days off on your beach babe calendar

desperate for something to smash
Scandalous of glamorous rappers in fashionable magazines
Who's dating
Politico cash in an
Caught lines off a prostitutes prosthetic tits
And back to the house of lords with slapped wrists
They abduct and fuck the heads of dead pigs
But him in a with a couple of spliffs -
Jail him, he's the

the BoredOfItAll generation
The product of product and manipulation
Shoot em up, brutal, duty of
on, new shoes
Beautiful

saccharine ballads
And
And

And
And here's me outside the of ME!

a self and psyhcosis
And the people are dead in their droves
But noticed
Well actually, some of them
You could tell by the emoji posted

Sleep like a hand covers our eyes
The lights are so and bright and lets dream
But of us are stuck like stones in a slipstream
am I gonna do wake up?

We are
We are
We are
And nothing
Will
Nothing

We have ambitions and friends and our to think of
Divorces to off the thought of

The
The
The oil

The is shaking and spoiled
Life is a
A garment to
The toil the
I see an ending at all
the end

How is this to cherish?
When the tribesmen are in their deserts
To room for alien structures

Kill what you if it threatens you

No trace of love in the for the bigger buck

Here in the land where gives a fuck