Luyện nghe bài hát Europe Is Lost

Europe is lost, America lost, is lost
Still we are clamouring
All is meaningless rules
And we have learned from history

People are dead in lifetimes
in the shine of the streets
But how the traffic keeps moving
The system's too slick to working
Business is good. And there's every night in the pubs
And there's two for one 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 we'll soon

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

The buildings are
I can't ask for though, nobody knows me
and worried 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 good when you get it

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

I feel the 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
Despite all we did to the traces
My very language is
all that we stole to replace it with this
I am
Feeling the onset of
But are tiny though
are huge
The traffic keeps moving, proving there's to do

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

The water levels rising! The water 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 murdered in broad daylight by those employed to protect them
Live porn to your pre-teens bedrooms
ceiling, no headroom. Half a generation 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 ran red, pure claret
And about immigrants? I can't stand them
Mostly, I mind my own
But only coming over here 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
Pray for a
Cross the beige days off on beach babe calendar

Anarchists for something to smash
Scandalous pictures of glamorous rappers in fashionable
Who's who?
Politico in an envelope
Caught sniffing off a prostitutes prosthetic tits
And it's to the house of lords with slapped wrists
They abduct kids and fuck the of dead pigs
But him in a with a couple of spliffs -
Jail him, the criminal

the BoredOfItAll generation
The product of placement and manipulation
Shoot em up, brutal, duty of
on, new shoes
Beautiful

saccharine ballads
And
And

And
And me outside the palace of ME!

Construct a self and
And meanwhile the people are in their droves
But nobody
Well actually, some of them
You could tell by the they posted

Sleep like a 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 still
Will
Nothing

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

The
The
The oil

The planet is shaking and
is a plaything
A garment to
The toil the
I can't see an at all
the end

How is something to cherish?
the tribesmen are dead in their deserts
To room for alien structures

Kill what you find if it you

No trace of in the hunt for the bigger buck

Here in the land where gives a fuck