Luyện nghe bài hát Europe Is Lost

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

are dead in their lifetimes
Dazed in the shine of the
But look how the keeps moving
The system's too slick to stop
is good. And there's bands every night in the pubs
And there's two for one in the clubs

We scrubbed up
We washed off the work and the
Now all we some 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 fell
The roots that were dug from the
So these could be played
I see it in the stains on my hands

The are screaming
I can't ask for help though, nobody me
Hostile and worried and
We move in our packs and these are the we were born to
and working so we can be all that we want
Then the drudgery 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 a dream
Don't weep, scream
keep it in
Keep in
What am I do to wake up?

I feel the of it pushing my body
Like I push my hands pockets
And I walk and I see it, it's all we deserve
The wrongs of our have resurfaced
all we did to vanquish the traces
My language is tainted
With all that we stole to it with this
I am
Feeling the of riot
But are tiny though
are huge
The traffic keeps moving, proving there's to do

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

The water 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 sport

massacres massacres/new shoes
Ghettoised children in broad daylight 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 happy hour on the high street
night at last lads, my treat!
All went fine till 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 mind my own
But they're only coming over to get rich
It's a
England! England!
Patriotism!

And you why kids want to die for religion?

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

desperate for something to smash
Scandalous pictures of glamorous rappers in magazines
Who's who?
Politico in an envelope
Caught sniffing lines off a prostitutes prosthetic
And it's back to the house of lords slapped wrists
They abduct 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, duty of
on, new shoes
Beautiful

Bullshit saccharine
And
And

And
And here's me outside the of ME!

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

Sleep like a gloved covers our eyes
The lights are so nice and 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 still
stop
Nothing

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

The
The
The oil

The planet is and spoiled
Life is a
A to soil
The toil the
I can't see an at all
the end

How is this something to
When the are dead in their deserts
To make room for structures

Kill you find if it threatens you

No of love in the hunt for the bigger buck

Here in the land where nobody a fuck