Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

Звук


Інтерфейс


Рівень складності


Акцент



мова інтерфейсу

uk

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
1
зареєструватись / увійти
Lyrkit

донат

5$

Lyrkit

донат

10$

Lyrkit

донат

20$

Lyrkit

Та/Або підтримай мене в соц. мережах:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Manic Street Preachers

All We Make Is Entertainment

 

All We Make Is Entertainment

(альбом: Postcards From A Young Man - 2010)


I'm no longer preaching to the converted
That congregation has long ago deserted
All we discovered was even more despair
But we learned how to cope we learned how not to care

And the sun will still keep rising
Always deflecting always disguising
Was there ever another place
Did we ever really exist

All we make is entertainment
A sad indictment of what we are good at
We're all part of the grand delusion

We made so much we let it all crumble
To safeguard our rights to make us more "human"
Oh this country is but an empty shell
A clearing house for heaven a clearing house for hell

And the sun will still keep rising
Always deflecting always disguising
Was there ever another place
Did we ever really exist

All we make is entertainment
It's so damn easy and inescapable
We're so post-modern and so post-everything

All we make is entertainment
An end to hope and civilisation
A simple way to seek perfection

The insides of our nation have been exposed
It only confirms what we already know
Pointless jobs just lead to pointless lives
It's breaking up our bones it's breaking up our minds

готово

Ти додав собі всі незнайомі слова із цієї пісні?