Luyện nghe bài hát Europe Is Lost

Europe is lost, America lost, London is
we are clamouring victory
All is meaningless rules
And we have nothing from history

People are dead in their
Dazed in the shine of the
But how the traffic keeps moving
The system's too slick to 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 washed off the work and the
Now all we want's excess
Better yet; A night to that we'll soon forget

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

The buildings are
I ask for help though, nobody knows me
and worried and lonely
We move in our packs and these are the rights we were to
and working so we can be all that we want
Then dancing the off
But even the have got boring
Well, sex is good when you get it

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

I feel the cost of it pushing my
Like I push my hands into
And softly I walk and I see it, all we deserve
The wrongs of our past resurfaced
all we did to vanquish the traces
My very language is
With all that we stole to it with this
I am
Feeling the onset of
But riots are though
Systems are
The keeps moving, proving there's nothing to do

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

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

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

Oh but it's happy hour on the street
Friday at last lads, my treat!
All went till that kid got glassed in the last bar
Place nuts, you can ask our Lou
It was madness, the road ran red, claret
And them immigrants? I can't stand them
Mostly, I mind my own
But they're coming over here to get rich
a sickness
England! England!
Patriotism!

And you wonder why kids to die for religion?

all your life for a pittance
Maybe you'll make it to
for a raise
Cross the beige off on your beach babe calendar

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

It's the BoredOfItAll
The product of product placement and
Shoot em up, brutal, duty of
Come on, new
hair

Bullshit saccharine
And
And

And
And me outside the palace of ME!

Construct a and psyhcosis
And meanwhile the people are dead in their
But noticed
actually, some of them noticed
You tell by the emoji they posted

Sleep a gloved hand covers our eyes
The lights are so nice and bright and lets
But some of us are like stones in a slipstream
What am I gonna do up?

We are
We are
We are
And nothing
Will
Nothing

We have ambitions and and our courtships to think of
Divorces to drink off the of

The
The
The oil

The is shaking and spoiled
is a plaything
A garment to
The toil the
I can't see an at all
the end

How is something to cherish?
When the tribesmen are dead in deserts
To make room for structures

Kill what you if it threatens you

No trace of love in the for the bigger buck

Here in the land where nobody a fuck