Luyện nghe bài hát R&R

Days into weeks of Sunday
much for us to say nothing real for us to do
Just watch the carousel go and round in endless circles
in the pupil of the Deadeye until you feel numb
It's virtual Jerusalem. There's not trouble anymore
mostly the blissed-out stuff that people really go for
and the tyranny of oblivion 4/4
Double, bluff and then back on itself
a world of and tribute bands, everything downsized
I don't know where it was but I swear I've heard song
it was a century of answers and all of them been wrong.
Wake me in a years

Sorry little island, you look in the rain
You more honest in blue or something we can't see through
and out across the I see four billion claims
and all of have faces and all of them have names
Enough. Wake me in a years

The Prozac dawn opens milky
I don't what it was I got so passionate about
It's all now synthesised, seduced, stainless
the bad of poverty disguised, deodorised
There's just the scent of money and Privilege still
A century of madness put to sleep to over again
Here comes the train.

We looked into the and we felt the Fear
but it's already here, already too late
We're to love the things that we hate
We're learning to love the that we hate