Luyện nghe bài hát R&R

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

Sorry island, you look better in the rain
You looked more honest in blue or 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 thousand

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

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