Luyện nghe bài hát R&R

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

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

The Prozac dawn milky white
I don't remember what it was I got so about
all now digitally synthesised, seduced, stainless
the bad smell of poverty disguised,
There's just the scent of money and still intact
A of madness put to sleep to start over again
Here the Presidential train.

We looked the crystal and we felt 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 that we hate