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

so there was woman, and she was on an airplane
and flying to meet her fiance
sailing above the ocean on planet earth
and she was seated next to this man who, you know, she had tried to a conversation with
and only the only thing she had heard him say was the words 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 pronounce the name of it
she's feeling very bored and dispondent
and then suddenly there was huge mechanical failure and one of the engines gave out
and they just started 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 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 humming this little tune and it kinda goes like this
it goes, 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4.

we talk in every 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 strapped firmly to a
we must stare, we must stare, we must

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

while my mother waters plants, my loads his gun
he says death give 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 into the choir; sing ecstatic with the whole
we must nine numbers and deny we have a soul
and in this endless race from 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 of tomorrow with just our flashlights and our love
we must plunge, we plunge, we must plunge

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

all my morning is back
the world is waking up
with the city buses past
I'm happy just
I've out I am really no one