Luyện nghe bài hát Europe Is Lost

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

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

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

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

The buildings are
I can't ask for though, nobody knows me
Hostile and 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 the drugs have got boring
Well, sex is still when you get it

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

I the cost of it pushing my body
Like I push my into pockets
And I walk and I see it, it's all we deserve
The of our past have resurfaced
all we did to vanquish the traces
My very is tainted
With all we stole to replace it with this
I am
the onset of riot
But riots are though
Systems are
The traffic keeps moving, proving nothing 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 water rising! The water levels rising!
The animals, the polarbears, the are dying!
Stop crying. Start
But what the oil spill?
Shh. No one likes a party spoil sport

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

Oh but it's happy hour on the 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, claret
And about them immigrants? I can't them
Mostly, I mind my own
But they're only coming over to get rich
It's a
England! England!
Patriotism!

And you wonder why want to die for religion?

all your life for a pittance
Maybe make it to manager
for a raise
Cross the beige days off on your babe calendar

desperate for something to smash
Scandalous pictures of glamorous 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 slapped wrists
They kids and fuck the heads of dead pigs
But him in a hoodie with a of spliffs -
him, he's the criminal

It's the generation
The product of product placement and
Shoot em up, brutal, of care
on, new shoes
Beautiful

Bullshit saccharine
And
And

And
And here's me outside the of ME!

Construct a and psyhcosis
And meanwhile the are dead in their droves
But noticed
Well actually, of them noticed
You could tell by the emoji 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
am I gonna do wake up?

We are
We are
We are
And nothing
Will
Nothing

We have and friends and our courtships to think of
Divorces to drink off the 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 what you if it threatens you

No trace of love in the hunt for the buck

Here in the land where gives a fuck