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 carousel go and round in endless circles
in the pupil of the Deadeye until you just feel
It's virtual Jerusalem. There's not much trouble
it's mostly the blissed-out that people really go for
and the juggernaut of oblivion 4/4
Double, triple bluff and then back on
a of ironies and tribute bands, everything downsized
I know where it was but I swear I've heard that song
it was a century of answers and all of them been wrong.
me in a thousand years

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

The Prozac dawn opens white
I don't remember what it was I got so about
It's all now synthesised, seduced, stainless
the bad smell of disguised, deodorised
There's just the scent of and Privilege still intact
A century of madness put to sleep to over again
comes the Presidential train.

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