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

so was this woman, and she was on an airplane
and she's to meet her fiance
sailing above the largest ocean on planet
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 just the to order his bloody mary
and she was there and she was reading this really arduous magazine article
about a third world country that she couldn't even the name of it
she's feeling very and very dispondent
and then suddenly was this huge mechanical failure and one of the engines gave out
and they just falling thirty-thousand feet
the on the microphone and he's saying
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Oh my god. I'm sorry" and
and she looks at the man and says, she "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 like this
it goes, 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4.

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

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

while my mother waters plants, my loads his gun
he says death will us back 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; sing 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 must run, we must run, we run

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

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

all my morning is back
the whole is waking up
the city buses swimming past
I'm happy just
I've found out I am no one