Luyện nghe bài hát R&R

Days weeks of Sunday afternoons
Nothing 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
virtual Jerusalem. There's not much trouble anymore
it's 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 bands, everything downsized
I don't know where it was but I swear I've heard that
it was a century of answers and all of have been wrong.
Wake me in a thousand

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

The Prozac dawn opens milky
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 still intact
A century of madness put to sleep to start again
Here comes the train.

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