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

so there was this woman, and she was on an
and flying to meet her fiance
sailing above the largest ocean on earth
and she was seated to this man who, you know, she had tried to start a conversation with
and only the only thing she had heard him say was just the words to order his mary
and she was sitting and she was reading this really arduous magazine article
about a third country that she couldn't even pronounce the name of it
she's feeling very bored and dispondent
and then suddenly there was this huge mechanical failure and one of the gave out
and they just 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 this
it goes, 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4.

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

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

my mother waters plants, my father loads his gun
he says 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 blend into the choir; sing ecstatic with the
we must memorize nine numbers and deny we a soul
and in this race from property and privilege to be one
we must run, we run, we must run

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

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

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