Luyện nghe bài hát Storm

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

The guest is an unknown,
The hosts just thrown
Us for a favor
because this girls just from Australia
And she'ss moved to North
And she's the of someone
Or has connection.

As we make
I'm struck by her
irrefutably fair
With dark and dark hair
But as she
I admit I'm a bit wary
because I notice the tip of the of a fairy
on that popular area
Just the derrire
And when she says Im
I a pigeonhole starts to form
And is immediately filled pigeon
she says her name is Storm.

Conversation is bright and light-hearted
But it's not long before Storm gets
You know anything,
is merely opinion
She opines, over her Cabernet
Vis--vis,
Some
comment made by me

Not a start I think
We're on pre-dinner drinks
And across the room, my
her eyes
Silently begs me, Be
A matrimonial
Not worth
So I resist the urge to ask
Whether knowledge is so
Of a
deciding whether to leave
Her by the front door
Or a on the second floor.

The is delicious and Storm,
avoiding all meat,
Happily sits and
As the good doctor, slightly
Holds court on anachronistic aspect of medical history
When suddenly insists
But the human is a mystery!
Science falls in a hole
it tries to explain the the nature of the soul.

My hostess throws me a
She, like my wife, there's a chance
That I'll be off on one of my but fun rants
But I shan't , my are sealed.
I want to enjoy my meal
And Storm is starting to get my goat
I have no of rocking the boat,
Although becoming a bit of a wrestle
Because -- her meteorological namesake -
Storm has no concerns for our vessel:

companies are the enemy
They drug dependency
At the of the natural remedies
That are all our bodies
They are immoral and by greed.
Why take
When can solve it?
Why use
homeopathic solvents
Can it?
I think it's time we all
With medical alternatives.

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

So you believe
In ANY remedies?

On the contrary, Storm,
I came to tea,
I took a natural
Derived the bark of a willow tree
A painkiller thats side-effect free.
Its got a name,
Darling, what was it


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

The debate briefly
As my hosts collects
but when return with desserts
pertly asserts,

Shakespeare it first:
''There are more things in heaven and
exist in your philosophy''
Science is just how were to look at reality,
It doesn't explain or spirituality.
How does explain psychics?
the afterlife; the power of prayer?

I'm aware
I'm staring,
I'm like a rabbit trapped
In the headlights of vacuous crap.
Maybe it's the Hamlet she mis-quothed
Or the fifh glass of I just quaffed
But my dike groans
And the arsehole held back by its
Can be held back no

Look , Storm, I don't mean to you
But there's no thing as an aura!
Reading Auras is like reading
Or tea-leaves or star-signs or lines
These people aren't a skill,
They are lying or mentally ill.
Same for peoplewho claim to hear Gods demands
Or Spiritual healers who think they've got hands.

By the way,
Why is it OK
For people to pretend can talk to the dead?
Isn't that totally fucked in the
Lying to some crying woman whose child has
And telling her you're in touch with the other
I that's fundamentally sick
Do we need to clarify that there's no 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 have facelifts?
Are we so stunned by circus tricks
That we think that the dead
Wanna talk to
Like Edward?

Storm to her despite my derision
Keeps firing off clichés startling precision
Like a using bollocks for ammunition

You're so of your position
But you're just
I think find
faith in Science and Tests
Is as blind
As the of any fundamentalist.

"Wow, a good point, let me think for a bit"
Oh wait, my mistake, its bullshit.
Science adjusts it's views based on observed
Faith is the denial of observation so that can be preserved.
If you me
That, say, works,
Then I change my mind
I will spin on a fucking
I'll be as hell,
But I will run the streets yelling
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 I've recovered from the
I will take a compass and carve 'Fancy That' on the of my cock.

Everyone's staring now,
But I'm pretty pissed and Ive dug far down,
So I figure, in for penny, in for a

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

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

Does the idea there might be knowledge
you?
Does the idea one afternoon
On Wiki-fucking-pedia might you
Frighten
Does the notion that may not be a supernatural
So blow your noodle
That you'd just stand in the fog
Of your inability to

Isn't enough?
Just this
Just this beautiful,
unfathomable, natural world?
How does it so fail to hold our
That we have to diminish it with the
Of cheap, man-made Myths and
If so into Shakespeare
me your ear:

''To gild gold,
to the lily,
To throw perfume on the
is just silly''
Or like that.
Or what Satchmo?!
I see of Green,
Red too,
And fine, if you to
Krishna and Vishnu
In a post-colonial,
Bottled-up and 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 to recent scientific advances
I get to live twice as long as my great great great uncles-es and aunts-es.
Twice as long to live life of mine
Twice as long to love wife of mine
Twice as many years of and wine
Of sharing and getting shitty
At hippies
fairies on their spines
And butterflies on titties.

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