Luyện nghe bài hát R&R

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

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

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

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