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

i. Sun

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

ii. The

The stops us
The always did
The gold took more than Uranium
Than
Pandemonium...

The approaches
The heavy of the monster...
Come to break the weather
to silence all the singing birds
Tearing up the sky like
White-welding dark steel 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 and demolition
And the rain
finding a lost child

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

iii. Lives

I see myself in
The people at the
Waiting to again
Brothers, sisters, sons and
our so-called golden streets
Running from demolished
walls

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

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

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

iv. F E A R

F E A R is everywhere
Under the
Under the bought and paid-for home
Cushions, scented candles and the
Mowing to the beat and the rumble of the storm

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

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

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

No, you see into my head.

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

v. The of Apes

in the air
Brimstone in the
deeply of it
The wind is carrying the
The is muttering the names
The wind-chimes in my garden ring like
To all the doors.

We are the grandchildren of apes, not
But only we are gifted with the to see
On days f e a r, when our heads are clear
angels, we could be.