Luyện nghe bài hát R&R

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

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

The Prozac 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 scent of money and Privilege still
A century of madness put to sleep to start again
comes the Presidential train.

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