Luyện nghe bài hát Europe Is Lost

Europe is lost, America lost, is lost
Still we are victory
All that is rules
And we learned nothing from history

People are in their lifetimes
Dazed in the of the streets
But look how the keeps moving
The system's too slick to working
Business is good. And there's bands every night in the
And there's two for one drinks in the

We up well
We washed off the and the stress
Now all we want's some
Better yet; A to remember that we'll soon forget

All of the blood that was for these cities to grow
All of the bodies fell
The that were dug from the ground
So these games be played
I see it tonight in the on my hands

The are screaming
I can't ask for though, nobody knows me
Hostile and and lonely
We move in our packs and these are the we were born to
Working and so we can be all that we want
dancing the drudgery off
But even the have got boring
Well, sex is good when you get it

To sleep, to dream, to the dream in reach
To each a
weep, don't scream
Just it in
Keep in
What am I do to wake up?

I the cost of it pushing my body
Like I my hands into pockets
And I walk and I see it, it's all we deserve
The of our past have resurfaced
all we did to vanquish the traces
My very is tainted
With all we stole to replace it with this
I am
Feeling the of riot
But riots are tiny
Systems are
The traffic keeps moving, there's nothing to do

big business baby and its smile is hideous
Top down violence, structural
Your kids are up on medical sedatives
But worry bout that. Worry bout terrorists

The water levels rising! The water rising!
The animals, the polarbears, the are dying!
Stop crying. Start
But what about the oil
Shh. No one likes a party pooping spoil

Massacres massacres massacres/new
Ghettoised murdered in broad daylight by those employed to protect them
Live streamed to your pre-teens bedrooms
Glass ceiling, no headroom. a generation live beneath the breadline

Oh but it's happy on the high street
Friday night at lads, my treat!
All went fine till that kid got in the last bar
went nuts, you can ask our Lou
It was madness, the road ran red, claret
And about them I can't stand them
Mostly, I mind my own
But they're only coming over to get rich
It's a
England! England!
Patriotism!

And you why kids want to die for religion?

Work all life for a pittance
Maybe make it to manager
Pray for a
Cross the beige days off on your babe calendar

desperate for something to smash
Scandalous pictures of glamorous rappers in magazines
Who's who?
cash in an envelope
Caught sniffing lines off a prostitutes prosthetic
And it's back to the house of with slapped wrists
They abduct kids and fuck the of dead pigs
But him in a with a couple of spliffs -
him, he's the criminal

It's the BoredOfItAll
The product of placement and manipulation
Shoot em up, brutal, duty of
on, new shoes
Beautiful

saccharine ballads
And
And

And
And here's me the palace of ME!

a self and psyhcosis
And meanwhile the are dead in their droves
But noticed
Well actually, some of noticed
You could by the emoji they posted

Sleep like a hand covers our eyes
The are so nice and bright and lets dream
But some of us are like stones in a slipstream
What am I do wake up?

We are
We are
We are
And nothing
stop
Nothing

We have ambitions and friends and our courtships to of
to drink off the thought of

The
The
The oil

The is shaking and spoiled
Life is a
A to soil
The the toil
I see an ending at all
the end

How is this to cherish?
When the are dead in their deserts
To make room for structures

Kill you find if it threatens you

No trace of in the hunt for the bigger buck

Here in the land where gives a fuck