Luyện nghe bài hát R&R

Days into weeks of afternoons
Nothing much for us to say nothing 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 trouble
it's mostly the blissed-out stuff that people go for
and the juggernaut of oblivion 4/4
Double, bluff and then back on itself
a of ironies and tribute bands, everything downsized
I don't know where it was but I swear I've heard song
it was a century of answers and all of them been wrong.
Wake me in a years

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

The Prozac opens milky white
I remember what it was I got so passionate about
It's all now synthesised, seduced, stainless
the bad smell of poverty disguised,
There's the scent of money and Privilege still intact
A century of madness put to sleep to over again
Here comes the train.

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