Luyện nghe bài hát El Dorado (III) Demolished Lives [Explicit]

i. Sun

I remember.
The enchanted English garden
Days of summer air and honey-suckled
The capricious dance of and cabbage-whites
more than 3D, glowing in the evening long-shadowed sun
Nowhere better. But in England, nothing really changes, the weather always does...

ii. The

The gold us
The always did
The gold took more lives Uranium
Than
Pandemonium...

The approaches
The sighing of the monster...
Come to break the weather
Come to silence all the singing
Tearing up the sky like
White-welding through dark of clouds
And the of the sudden rain

The stops us
The always did
The gold took lives than Uranium
Plutonium. Pandemonium.
The Gold!

Jet engines and
And the summer
Like finding a child

The roads are travelled by
Like promises of
And some not to go
The f e a r like bravado
It did
I see them waiting,
On the in dawn's mist
Or lost to the world in their upturned
I'll be or I'll die trying to be
to BE.

iii. Demolished

I see myself in
The at the borders
Waiting to again
Brothers, sisters, and daughters
Denied our so-called golden
Running from lives
Into

The "haves" and the "have nothings"
The accepted and
We can't keep them in
We can't keep letting in?

The gold us
The always did
The gold took more lives Uranium
Polonium. Pandemonium.

And as I stand wondering why
A man on a smartphone
Falls into my from the sky
life
Everything is everywhere .'know I mean?
Handy.
And obscene.

iv. F E A R

F E A R is everywhere
the patio
Under the hard-earned and paid-for home
Cushions, candles and the lawn
Mowing to the beat and the rumble of the coming

We all know about the wars are raging
All the millions who just see
There's so much more that binds us than us
But our f e a r it
While the papers it
The colours of the we wave
and will become blood red again

And the all say they hear voices
God tells what to do
The wars are all about
They were
And the dressed up in religion
And when it's not showing off, the hiding.

is cooking inside me...
It ready, but already...
I'm becoming to live with
harder to live with
You say I'm becoming harder to with
I'm becoming to live with
But you can't see my head
You see into my head
You can't see into my

No, you can't see my head.

And the roads are full of
slide by in the night
Tanks all in yellow mud
Pass you on the
As you by with the kids and the buckets and spades
Days.

v. The Grandchildren of

in the air
Brimstone in the
Breathe of it
The wind is the pictures
The rain is muttering the
The wind-chimes in my ring like keys
To all the doors.

We are the grandchildren of apes, not
But we are gifted with the eyes to see
On days without f e a r, when our are clear
angels, we could be.