Luyện nghe bài hát R&R

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

Sorry little island, you look better in the
You looked honest in blue or something we can't see through
and out across the world I see billion claims
and all of them have faces and all of have names
Enough. Wake me in a years

The dawn opens milky white
I don't what it was I got so passionate about
all now digitally synthesised, seduced, stainless
the bad smell of disguised, deodorised
There's just the of money and Privilege still intact
A of madness put to sleep to start over again
Here comes the train.

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