Luyện nghe bài hát Storm

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

The fifth is an unknown,
The hosts have thrown
Us for a favor
because this girls arrived from Australia
And she'ss to North London
And she's the sister of
Or has connection.

As we introductions
I'm struck by her
She's fair
With dark eyes and dark
But as she
I admit I'm a bit wary
I notice the tip of the wing of a fairy
Tattooed on that area
above the derrire
And when she says Im
I confess a pigeonhole to form
And is filled with pigeon
When she her name is Storm.

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

Not a good start I
We're on pre-dinner drinks
And across the room, my
Widens her
Silently begs me, Be
A matrimonial
Not worth
So I resist the urge to ask
Whether 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,
avoiding all meat,
Happily sits and
As the good doctor, slightly
Holds court on anachronistic aspect of medical history
When Storm suddenly
But the body is a mystery!
just falls in a hole
When it tries to explain the the of the soul.

My hostess 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 to enjoy my meal
And although Storm is starting to get my
I have no of rocking the boat,
Although becoming a bit of a wrestle
Because -- like her meteorological -
Storm has no such concerns for our

Pharmaceutical are the enemy
They drug dependency
At the cost of the remedies
are all our bodies need
They are and driven by greed.
Why drugs
herbs can solve it?
Why use
When solvents
Can it?
I think time we all return-to-live
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 proved not to work.
Do you know what they call alternative
Thats been to work?
Medicine.

So you don't
In ANY Natural

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


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

The debate abates
As my hosts plates
but when return with desserts
pertly asserts,

Shakespeare it first:
''There are more in heaven and earth
Than exist in philosophy''
is just how were trained to look at reality,
It explain love or spirituality.
How does science explain
the afterlife; the power of prayer?

I'm becoming
I'm staring,
I'm like a rabbit suddenly
In the blinding headlights of crap.
Maybe the Hamlet she just mis-quothed
Or the fifh glass of I just quaffed
But my diplomacy dike
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 is like reading minds
Or or star-signs or meridian lines
people aren't plying a skill,
They are either or mentally ill.
Same goes for peoplewho to hear Gods demands
Or Spiritual who think they've got magic hands.

By the way,
Why is it OK
For people to pretend they can talk to the
Isn't that totally in the head
Lying to crying woman whose child has died
And telling her you're in with the other side?
I that's 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 Jackson didn't have facelifts?
Are we still so by circus tricks
That we think that the dead
Wanna talk to
Like John

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

You're so sure of your
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 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 dime
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 lost drop of onion juice is Infinite
It somehow all the poo its had in it!

You show me that it works and how it
And when recovered from the shock
I will take a compass and carve 'Fancy 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

Life is of mysteries, yeah,
But there are out there
And they won't be
By people sitting
serious
And saying isn't life
sit here and hope
Let's call up the fucking
go watch Oprah
Interview Chopra

If wanna watch tele, you should Scooby Doo.
show was so cool
because every time was a church with a ghoul
Or a in a school
They looked the mask and what was inside?
The janitor or the dude who ran the water-slide.
throughout history
Every
EVER has turned out to be
Not Magic.

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

Isn't this
Just this
Just beautiful, complex
Wonderfully unfathomable, natural
How does it so fail to hold our
we have to diminish it with the invention
Of cheap, man-made and Monsters?
If you're so Shakespeare
me your ear:

''To gild gold,
to the lily,
To perfume on the violet
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,
and labelled kind of way
Then whatever, okay.
But heres 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 twice as long as my great great great great uncles-es and aunts-es.
Twice as long to live this of mine
Twice as long to love this of mine
as many years of friends and wine
Of sharing curries and shitty
At good-looking
With fairies on their
And butterflies on titties.

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