Luyện nghe bài hát Europe Is Lost

Europe is lost, lost, London is lost
Still we are victory
All is meaningless rules
And we have learned from history

People are dead in their
in the shine of the streets
But look how the traffic moving
The system's too to stop working
Business is good. And there's bands every in the pubs
And there's two for one in the clubs

We scrubbed up
We washed off the work and the
Now all we some excess
Better yet; A night to remember we'll soon forget

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

The buildings are
I can't ask for though, nobody knows me
Hostile and worried and
We move in our packs and these are the rights we born to
and working so we can be all that we want
Then the drudgery off
But even the have got boring
Well, sex is still when you get it

To sleep, to dream, to keep the dream in
To each a
Don't weep, don't
keep it in
Keep in
What am I gonna do to up?

I feel the cost of it pushing my
Like I push my hands into
And softly I walk and I see it, it's all we
The wrongs of our have resurfaced
Despite all we did to the traces
My very is tainted
all that we stole to replace it with this
I am
Feeling the of riot
But are tiny though
are huge
The traffic keeps moving, there's nothing to do

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

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

massacres massacres/new shoes
Ghettoised children murdered in broad daylight by those employed to protect
Live porn streamed to pre-teens bedrooms
Glass ceiling, no headroom. Half a live beneath the breadline

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

And you why kids want to die for religion?

Work all your for a pittance
you'll make it to manager
Pray for a
Cross the beige days off on your babe calendar

Anarchists desperate for something to
Scandalous pictures of glamorous in fashionable magazines
dating who?
Politico in an envelope
Caught sniffing lines off a prosthetic tits
And it's back to the house of lords with slapped
They abduct kids and fuck the heads of pigs
But him in a with a couple of spliffs -
Jail him, he's the

the BoredOfItAll generation
The product of placement and manipulation
em up, brutal, duty of care
Come on, new
hair

Bullshit saccharine
And
And

And
And here's me outside the of ME!

a self and psyhcosis
And meanwhile the are dead in their droves
But nobody
Well actually, some of noticed
You could tell by the they posted

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

We are
We are
We are
And still
Will
Nothing

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

The
The
The oil

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

How is something to cherish?
the tribesmen are dead in their deserts
To make for alien structures

Kill what you find if it you

No trace of in the hunt for the bigger buck

Here in the land nobody gives a fuck