Luyện nghe bài hát R&R

Days into weeks of Sunday
Nothing for us to say nothing real for us to do
watch the carousel go round and round in endless circles
in the pupil of the until you just feel numb
It's virtual Jerusalem. There's not trouble anymore
mostly the blissed-out stuff that people really go for
and the juggernaut of oblivion 4/4
Double, bluff and then back on itself
a world of and tribute bands, everything downsized
I don't know where it was but I I've heard that song
it was a of answers and all of them have been wrong.
Wake me in a years

Sorry little island, you look in the rain
You looked more honest in blue or something we see through
and out across the world I see four claims
and all of them have and all of them have names
Enough. Wake me in a thousand

The Prozac dawn milky white
I don't remember it was I got so passionate about
It's all now synthesised, seduced, stainless
the bad smell of poverty disguised,
There's just the scent of money and Privilege intact
A century of put to sleep to start over again
Here the Presidential train.

We into the crystal and we felt the Fear
but it's already here, it's too late
We're learning to love the that we hate
We're learning to love the things we hate