Luyện nghe bài hát Europe Is Lost

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

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

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

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

The are screaming
I can't ask for help though, nobody me
and worried and lonely
We move in our packs and these are the rights we born to
and working so we can be all that we want
Then the drudgery off
But even the drugs got boring
Well, sex is still good you get it

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

I feel the cost of it my body
Like I my hands into pockets
And softly I walk and I see it, it's all we
The wrongs of our past have
Despite all we did to vanquish the
My language is tainted
With all that we stole to it with this
I am
Feeling the of riot
But riots are tiny
are huge
The traffic keeps moving, proving nothing to do

It's big business and its smile is hideous
Top down violence, structural
kids are doped up on medical sedatives
But worry bout that. Worry bout terrorists

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

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

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

And you wonder why want to die for religion?

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

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

It's the generation
The product of placement and manipulation
em up, brutal, duty of care
Come on, new
hair

Bullshit ballads
And
And

And
And here's me the palace of ME!

Construct a and psyhcosis
And meanwhile the people are dead in their
But nobody
actually, some of them noticed
You could by the emoji they posted

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

We are
We are
We are
And nothing
stop
Nothing

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

The
The
The oil

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

How is this something to
the tribesmen are dead in their deserts
To make for alien structures

Kill what you find if it you

No trace of in the hunt for the bigger buck

in the land where nobody gives a fuck