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 to start a conversation with
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 this really magazine article
about a third world that she couldn't even pronounce the name of it
she's very bored and very dispondent
and then suddenly there was this mechanical failure and one of the engines gave out
and they just started falling feet
the on the microphone and he's 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 party. It's your birthday. Happy birthday Darlin'. We love you very 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 talk in every telephone, get eaten off the web
we must rip out all the epilogues from the books we have read
and in the face of criminal strapped firmly to a chair
we must stare, we stare, we must stare

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 that sleeps but doesn't
we sing, we must sing, we must sing
(it'll go this, alright)

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

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

we must into the choir; sing ecstatic with the whole
we memorize nine numbers and deny we have a soul
and in endless race 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 into a crystal ball and only see the past
and in the caverns of tomorrow just our flashlights and our love
we must plunge, we must plunge, we must

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

all my is coming back
the whole is waking up
the city buses swimming past
I'm happy because
I've out I am really no one