Luyện nghe bài hát Storm

In a North London, top flat
All white walls, carpet, white cat,
Rice Paper
Modern art and
The a physician,
Bright bloke, has his own
His girlfriend's an
An old mate of ours home
And always great fun
So to we've come.

The fifth is an unknown,
The hosts have just
Us for a favor
because this girls just from Australia
And moved to North London
And the sister of someone
Or has connection.

As we make
I'm struck by her
She's irrefutably
With eyes and dark hair
But as she
I admit I'm a bit wary
because I notice the tip of the wing of a
Tattooed on that popular
Just above the
And when she Im Sagittarian
I confess a pigeonhole starts to
And is immediately filled pigeon
When she her name is Storm.

Conversation is initially bright and
But it's not long before Storm started:
You cant anything,
Knowledge is merely
She opines, over her Sauvignon
Vis--vis,
Some
Empirical made by me

Not a good I think
We're only on drinks
And the room, my wife
her eyes
Silently me, Be Nice
A matrimonial
Not ignoring
So I resist the urge to ask
knowledge is so loose-weave
Of a
When deciding whether to
Her apartment by the front
Or a on the second floor.

The is delicious and Storm,
Whilst all meat,
sits and eats
As the good doctor, pissedly
court on some anachronistic aspect of medical history
When Storm insists
But the body is a mystery!
Science just in a hole
it tries to explain the the nature of the soul.

My hostess me a glance
She, my wife, knows there's a chance
That I'll be off on one of my but fun rants
But I , my lips are sealed.
I just want to my meal
And Storm is starting to get my goat
I have no intention of the boat,
Although it's a bit of a wrestle
Because -- her meteorological namesake -
has no such concerns for our vessel:

Pharmaceutical are the enemy
They promote drug
At the of the natural remedies
That are all our need
They are and driven by greed.
Why take
When can solve it?
Why use
When solvents
Can it?
I think it's we all return-to-live
With medical alternatives.

And try as I like,
A small crack
In my diplomacy-dike.
By definition, I
Medicine, I continue,
Has either not proved to work,
Or been not to work.
Do you know what they alternative medicine
Thats been proved to
Medicine.

So you believe
In ANY Natural

On the contrary, Storm,
Before I to tea,
I a natural remedy
Derived from the bark of a willow
A thats virtually side-effect free.
Its got a name,
Darling, what was it


Aspirin!
Which I paid a buck for
at the local drugstore.

The debate abates
As my hosts collects
but when they with desserts
pertly asserts,

Shakespeare said it
''There are more things in heaven and
Than exist in philosophy''
Science is just how were to look at reality,
It doesn't love or spirituality.
How science explain psychics?
Auras; the the power of prayer?

I'm aware
I'm staring,
I'm like a suddenly trapped
In the blinding of vacuous crap.
Maybe it's the Hamlet she mis-quothed
Or the fifh glass of wine I quaffed
But my diplomacy groans
And the arsehole held back by its
Can be held no more:

Look , Storm, I mean to bore you
But there's no such as an aura!
Reading is like reading minds
Or or star-signs or meridian lines
people aren't plying a skill,
They are either lying or ill.
Same goes for peoplewho claim to Gods demands
Or Spiritual healers who they've got magic hands.

By the way,
Why is it OK
For to pretend they can talk to the dead?
Isn't that totally fucked in the
Lying to crying woman whose child has died
And her you're in touch with the other side?
I think fundamentally sick
Do we need to clarify there's no such thing as a psychic?
What, are we 2?
Do we actually that Horton Heard a Who?
Do we still that Santa brings us gifts?
That Michael Jackson didn't have
Are we so stunned by circus tricks
That we think the dead would
Wanna talk to
Like Edward?

Storm to her credit despite my
firing off clichés with startling precision
Like a sniper using bollocks for

so sure of your position
But you're just
I think you'll
Your in Science and Tests
Is as blind
As the of any fundamentalist.

"Wow, thats a good point, let me for a bit"
Oh wait, my mistake, its bullshit.
adjusts it's views based on what's observed
Faith is the denial of observation so Belief can be preserved.
If you me
That, say, works,
Then I will my mind
I will spin on a dime
be embarrassed as hell,
But I will run through the streets
Its a miracle! physics and bin it!
has memory!
And while it's memory of a long lost drop of juice is Infinite
It somehow all the poo its had in it!

You me that it works and how it works
And when recovered from the shock
I will take a compass and carve 'Fancy on the side of my cock.

just staring now,
But I'm pretty and Ive dug this far down,
So I figure, in for penny, in for a

Life is of mysteries, yeah,
But there are answers out
And won't be found
By people around
Looking
And isn't life mysterious?
Let's sit here and
Let's call up the Pope
Let's go Oprah
Interview Deepak

If wanna tele, you should watch Scooby Doo.
That show was so
every time there was a church with a ghoul
Or a ghost in a
They looked beneath the mask and was inside?
The fucking janitor or the who ran the water-slide.
throughout history
Every
EVER solved has out to be
Not Magic.

Does the idea that there might be
you?
Does the idea that one
On Wiki-fucking-pedia enlighten you
Frighten
Does the notion there may not be a supernatural
So your hippy noodle
That you'd rather stand in the fog
Of your to Google?

Isn't this
Just this
Just beautiful, complex
Wonderfully unfathomable, world?
How does it so to hold our attention
That we have to diminish it the invention
Of cheap, Myths and Monsters?
If you're so into
me your ear:

''To refined gold,
to the lily,
To perfume on the violet
is just silly''
Or something that.
Or what Satchmo?!
I see of Green,
Red too,
And fine, if you to
Glorify and Vishnu
In a post-colonial,
and labelled kind of way
Then whatever, okay.
But what gives me a hard-on:
I am a tiny, insignificant, bit of carbon.
I one life, and it is short and unimportant
But thanks to recent scientific
I get to live twice as long as my great great great uncles-es and aunts-es.
as long to live this life of mine
Twice as to love this wife of mine
Twice as many years of and wine
Of curries and getting shitty
At hippies
fairies on their spines
And on their titties.

And if I have offended
Think but and all is mended:
Wed as be 10 minutes back in time,
For all the chance you'll your mind.