Luyện nghe bài hát Shingle Song

You can see in the last light that's graced as
that there's nothing in my but pain
as I stand, facing sea, knowing you're gone...
all the rage to explain
that I should be on my way
but is something
which I must stay.

Beneath the roar of the surf,
beneath the caterwaul of scattered call
thoughts and gestures unspoken,
and now the dance of rapture
as the rush along across the beach -
like you, like your
out of reach.

Look at the sky, but it's empty
look at the sea, it holds but despair.
I my eyes, but my head stays bowed...
I look to my side, but not there.
And I get you out of my mind,
no, no, no, no, I just can't get you my mind.