Luyện nghe bài hát Europe Is Lost

Europe is lost, lost, London is lost
Still we are clamouring
All that is rules
And we have nothing from history

People are dead in their
Dazed in the of the streets
But look how the traffic moving
The system's too slick to stop
Business is good. And there's bands night in the pubs
And two for one drinks in the clubs

We scrubbed up
We washed off the and the stress
Now all we some excess
Better yet; A night to remember we'll soon forget

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

The buildings are
I can't ask for help though, nobody me
Hostile and worried and
We move in our packs and these are the rights we born to
Working and working so we can be all that we
dancing the drudgery off
But even the drugs have got
Well, sex is good when you get it

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

I feel the of it pushing my body
Like I push my hands into
And softly I and I see it, it's all we deserve
The wrongs of our have resurfaced
all we did to vanquish the traces
My very language is
With all that we stole to replace it this
I am
Feeling the onset of
But riots are tiny
Systems are
The traffic keeps moving, proving there's to do

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

The levels rising! The water levels rising!
The animals, the polarbears, the are dying!
Stop crying. buying
But what about the oil
Shh. No one likes a party pooping spoil

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

Oh but it's hour on the high street
Friday night at lads, my treat!
All went fine that kid got glassed in the last bar
Place nuts, you can ask our Lou
It was madness, the road ran red, pure
And about them I can't stand them
Mostly, I my own business
But only coming over here to get rich
It's a
England! England!
Patriotism!

And you why kids want to die for religion?

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

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

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

Bullshit ballads
And
And

And
And here's me the palace of ME!

a self and psyhcosis
And meanwhile the people are dead in their
But nobody
Well actually, of them noticed
You could tell by the emoji they

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

We are
We are
We are
And still
stop
Nothing

We have ambitions and friends and our courtships to of
to drink off the thought of

The
The
The oil

The planet is shaking and
Life is a
A garment to
The the toil
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 alien

Kill you find if it threatens you

No trace of love in the hunt for the buck

Here in the where nobody gives a fuck