Luyện nghe bài hát Europe Is Lost

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

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

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

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

The buildings are
I can't ask for help though, knows me
and worried and lonely
We move in our packs and these are the rights we were to
Working and working so we can be all that we
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 in reach
To each a
Don't weep, scream
Just it in
Keep in
What am I do to wake up?

I feel the of it pushing my body
I push my hands into pockets
And softly I walk and I see it, it's all we
The wrongs of our have resurfaced
Despite all we did to vanquish the
My language is tainted
With all that we stole to replace it with
I am
Feeling the onset of
But are tiny though
Systems are
The traffic keeps moving, there's nothing to do

big business baby and its smile is hideous
Top down violence, viciousness
Your kids are doped up on sedatives
But worry bout that. Worry bout terrorists

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

Massacres massacres shoes
Ghettoised children murdered in broad by those employed to protect them
Live porn streamed to 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 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 about them immigrants? I can't stand
Mostly, I my own business
But only coming over here to get rich
a sickness
England! England!
Patriotism!

And you why kids 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 beach calendar

Anarchists for something to smash
Scandalous pictures of glamorous rappers in fashionable
Who's who?
cash in an envelope
Caught sniffing lines off a 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 hoodie with a couple of -
Jail him, the criminal

the BoredOfItAll generation
The product of product and manipulation
em up, brutal, duty of care
Come on, new
hair

Bullshit saccharine
And
And

And
And me outside the palace of ME!

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

like a gloved hand covers our eyes
The lights are so nice and bright and 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
Will
Nothing

We have ambitions and friends and our courtships to of
to drink off the thought 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 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 in the hunt for the bigger buck

Here in the land nobody gives a fuck