Luyện nghe bài hát R&R

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

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

The dawn opens milky white
I remember what it was I got so passionate about
all now digitally synthesised, seduced, stainless
the bad smell of poverty disguised,
just the scent of money and Privilege still intact
A century of madness put to sleep to start over
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