Luyện nghe bài hát 20 Mila Leghe

The first was the of Good Hope
closed by law and decree
so the Pacific waves would quit
that other sea.

Next it was the of Panama and Suez,
and then of the Bosporus and
every last wave
respect for its independence.

No more of water and fish,
no round-the-world trips in sailing ships
all canals were
to the passage of waves.

Thus for a time the of all
the seas became calm again,
but long it began again: a wave said
it was time to end it all.

And so it that one day in our local sea
the Ionian to be alone,
and so did the Tyrrhenian and the Strait
and the forthwith.

In short, 'let no one mix anyone else'
the waters of the shallows;
'let remain anchored in place
and bathe the sands of her birth.'

It seemed to be over but it was the beginning,
and it was ugly to see
in once was a vast expanse
the gashes of trenches the sea.

It was the beginning, as we said,
now the secessionist fever
was every single shore,
and nothing and no one to say 'enough'.

And from Trieste to the tip of Apulia
from to the Italian Riviera
every last tiny demanded
and not in name only.

But the went shabby
when they seized each other drop by
and, each her neighbor, said
'go away or I'll break face'.
The sea was an assemblage of dewdrops
of no use to or any creature.
tuna, anchovies, and died,
deep-sea stayed on dry land.

And then one day or (I'm not sure) one
something even stranger
do you know the formula
Yes, the one for that we all know.

Well, hydrogen took
and to have a majority
and the sovereign right
to pursue independence.

A kind of blew, an infinite gust,
and the water of the seas into the sky.
there a desert of salt and granite,
but and deep, blacker than black.