Luyện nghe bài hát Storm

In a North London, top flat
All white walls, carpet, white cat,
Paper partitions
Modern art and
The a physician,
bloke, has his own practice
His an actress
An old mate of ours from
And they're always fun
So to we've come.

The guest is an unknown,
The hosts have just
Us together for a
because this just arrived from Australia
And she'ss moved to London
And the sister of someone
Or has connection.

As we introductions
I'm by her beauty
irrefutably fair
With dark and dark hair
But as she
I I'm a little bit wary
because I notice the tip of the wing of a
Tattooed on that popular
Just the derrire
And when she Im Sagittarian
I a pigeonhole starts to form
And is immediately with pigeon
When she her name is Storm.

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

Not a good I think
We're on pre-dinner drinks
And the room, my wife
her eyes
Silently begs me, Be
A warning
Not ignoring
So I resist the to ask Storm
knowledge is so loose-weave
Of a
When deciding whether to
Her by the front door
Or a window on the floor.

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

My throws me a glance
She, like my wife, there's a chance
That be off on one of my rare but fun rants
But I , my lips are sealed.
I just want to enjoy my
And although Storm is starting to get my
I no intention of rocking the boat,
it's becoming a bit of a wrestle
Because -- like her namesake -
Storm has no concerns for our vessel:

Pharmaceutical are the enemy
They promote dependency
At the cost of the remedies
That are all our bodies
They are and driven by greed.
Why take
When herbs can it?
Why use
When solvents
Can it?
I it's time we all return-to-live
With natural alternatives.

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

So you don't
In ANY Natural

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


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

The debate abates
As my hosts plates
but they return with desserts
Storm asserts,

Shakespeare said it
''There are more things in heaven and
exist in your philosophy''
Science is just how were trained to at reality,
It explain love or spirituality.
How does explain psychics?
Auras; the afterlife; the power of

I'm aware
I'm staring,
I'm like a rabbit trapped
In the headlights of vacuous crap.
Maybe it's the Hamlet she just
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 don't mean to you
But there's no such as an aura!
Reading Auras is like minds
Or tea-leaves or star-signs or meridian
These people plying a skill,
are either lying or mentally ill.
Same goes for claim to hear Gods demands
Or healers who think 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 in the head
Lying to some crying woman child has died
And telling her in touch with the other side?
I think fundamentally sick
Do we need to that there's no such thing as a psychic?
What, are we 2?
Do we think that Horton Heard a Who?
Do we still think Santa brings us gifts?
That Michael didn't have facelifts?
Are we so stunned by circus tricks
That we think that the dead
Wanna to pricks
Like John

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

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

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

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

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

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

If wanna tele, you should watch Scooby Doo.
show was so cool
because every there was a church with a ghoul
Or a in a school
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 one afternoon
On Wiki-fucking-pedia might you
you?
Does the notion there may not be a supernatural
So your hippy noodle
That rather just stand in the fog
Of your inability to

Isn't enough?
Just this
Just beautiful, complex
Wonderfully unfathomable, world?
How does it so fail to our attention
That we have to it with the invention
Of cheap, man-made and Monsters?
If you're so into
Lend me ear:

''To gild gold,
to the lily,
To throw perfume on the
is just fucking
Or like that.
Or about 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
whatever, thats okay.
But heres what gives me a
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 to live this life of mine
as long to love this wife of mine
Twice as many years of friends and
Of sharing curries and shitty
At hippies
With fairies on their
And butterflies on titties.

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