Luyện nghe bài hát R&R

Days weeks of Sunday afternoons
much for us to say nothing real for us to do
Just watch the go round and round in endless circles
in the pupil of the Deadeye until you feel numb
It's virtual Jerusalem. There's not much 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 of ironies and tribute bands, everything downsized
I don't know where it was but I I've heard that song
it was a century of and all of them have been wrong.
Wake me in a years

Sorry little island, you look better in the
You looked more honest in 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 Prozac dawn opens white
I don't what it was I got so passionate about
It's all now digitally synthesised, seduced,
the bad smell of poverty disguised,
There's just the of money and Privilege still intact
A century of madness put to sleep to over again
Here the Presidential train.

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