Luyện nghe bài hát Bottom Of Everything (We Must Sing)

so was this woman, and she was on an airplane
and she's flying to meet her
sailing above the largest ocean on earth
and she was seated next to this man who, you know, she had tried to start a conversation
and only the only thing she had heard him say was the words to order his bloody mary
and she was sitting there and she was reading really arduous magazine article
about a third world country that she couldn't even the name of it
she's feeling bored and very dispondent
and then suddenly was this huge mechanical failure and one of the engines gave out
and just started falling thirty-thousand feet
the pilot's on the microphone and saying
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Oh my god. I'm sorry" and
and she at the man and says, she says "Where are we going?"
and he looks at her and he says "We're going to a party. It's a birthday party. It's your birthday. Happy birthday Darlin'. We love you very very very very very very much."
and then he starts humming this little tune and it kinda goes like
it goes, 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4.

we must talk in every telephone, get off the web
we must rip out all the epilogues from the books that we have
and in the face of criminal strapped firmly to a chair
we stare, we must stare, we must stare

we must take all of the too expensive now to sell
set fire to the who is promising us hell
and in the ear of every that sleeps but doesn't dream
we must sing, we must sing, we sing
(it'll go this, alright)

while my mother waters plants, my father his gun
he says death will give us to god
just like the setting sun is returned to the lonesome

(And then they splashed into the blue sea
oh it was a splash)

we must blend into the choir; ecstatic with the whole
we must memorize nine numbers and we have a soul
and in this endless from property and privilege to be one
we run, we must run, we must run

we must hang up in the belfry where the bats in laugh
we stare into a crystal ball and only see the past
and in the caverns of tomorrow with just our flashlights and our
we must plunge, we must plunge, we must

and then we'll get down there...you know way down to the very of everything and we'll see it
oh we'll see it see it

all my morning is coming
the world is waking up
with the buses swimming past
I'm happy because
I've found out I am no one