Luyện nghe bài hát R&R

Days into weeks of Sunday
much 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 you just feel numb
It's virtual Jerusalem. There's not trouble anymore
it's mostly the stuff that people really go for
and the juggernaut tyranny of 4/4
Double, triple bluff and then back on
a of ironies and tribute bands, everything downsized
I know where it was but I swear I've heard that song
it was a of answers and all of them have been wrong.
Wake me in a years

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

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

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