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

i. Sun

I remember.
The enchanted English walled
Days of air and honey-suckled nights
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 stops us
The gold did
The gold took more than Uranium
Plutonium
Pandemonium...

The approaches
The sighing of the monster...
Come to break the weather
Come to silence all the birds
Tearing up the sky paper
through dark steel of clouds
And the of the sudden rain

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

Jet engines and
And the summer
Like finding a child

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

iii. Demolished

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

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

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

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

iv. F E A R

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

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

And the madmen all say hear voices
God tells them to do
The are all about money
They were
And the money's up in religion
And when not showing off, the money's hiding.

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

No, you see into my head.

And the roads are of weapons
slide by in the night
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
Breathe of it
The wind is the pictures
The rain is muttering the
The in my garden ring like keys
To all the doors.

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