Luyện nghe bài hát El Dorado (IV) F E A R [Explicit]

i. Sun

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

ii. The

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

The approaches
The heavy of the monster...
Come to break the weather
Come to silence all the birds
Tearing up the sky like
White-welding dark steel of clouds
And the release of the rain

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

Jet engines and
And the rain
Like finding a lost

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

iii. Demolished

I see in them
The at the borders
Waiting to again
Brothers, sisters, sons and
Denied our golden streets
Running from lives
walls

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

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

And as I stand wondering why
A man beheaded on a
into my pocket from the sky
Modern
Everything is everywhere .'know what I
Handy.
And obscene.

iv. F E A R

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

We all know about the wars are raging
All the millions who just see
There's so much more binds us than divides 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 madmen all say they voices
God tells what to do
The wars are all about
They were
And the dressed up in religion
And when it's not off, the money's hiding.

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

No, you can't see my head.

And the are full of weapons
That slide by in the
Tanks all covered in mud
you on the motorway
As you by with the kids and the buckets and spades
Days.

v. The of Apes

in the air
Brimstone in the
deeply 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 only we are with the eyes to see
On days without f e a r, our heads are clear
angels, we could be.