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 until you just numb
It's virtual Jerusalem. There's not much anymore
mostly the blissed-out stuff that people really go for
and the tyranny of oblivion 4/4
Double, triple bluff and then on itself
a world of ironies and 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 four billion
and all of them have faces and all of them names
Enough. me in a thousand years

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

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