Luyện nghe bài hát R&R

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

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

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

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