Luyện nghe bài hát Checking the Arithmetic

If life were a calculation
all of the numbers compute,
then one could sum all of
and it all down to the root.

But my is a multiplication
of and illusion and doubt:
I'm and impatient,
a at foundation.
I never will it out.

Am I a mutation with a curious urge?
An endless vexation, a that recurs?
A singular statistic, a product of the
the arithmetic, it's not quite right...

I a mathematician:
my life is and strange,
tell me what of the human
can the of science explain?
She said: life is a of transition,
a pattern of and change:
of loss and
and insufficient
to the problem of pain.

Am I a tangle of jumping nerves
or a point on a describing a curve
flickering in physics' cinema of
Checking the arithmetic and it's not right...

If I only know I am feeling
and can't the world outside,
then or kneeling
or staring at the
you've gotta faith as your guide.

The world of
is a equation,
a persistent
so you've gotta have faith as eye...

Am I just an ache in a painful
dreaming awake in a reciprocal
I'm baffled beyond logic and for insight,
checking the arithmetic, it's not right....