Luyện nghe bài hát Storm

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

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

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

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

Not a good start I
We're only on pre-dinner
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
deciding whether to leave
Her apartment by the door
Or a window on the floor.

The food is and Storm,
Whilst all meat,
sits and eats
As the good doctor, slightly
Holds court on anachronistic aspect of medical history
When Storm suddenly
But the human is a mystery!
Science just in a hole
When it tries to 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 rare but fun
But I shan't , my are sealed.
I just want to enjoy my
And although Storm is to get my goat
I have no intention of the boat,
Although it's becoming a bit of a
Because -- like her meteorological -
Storm has no concerns for our vessel:

Pharmaceutical companies are the
They drug dependency
At the cost of the remedies
That are all our bodies
are immoral and driven by greed.
Why take
herbs can solve it?
Why use
When homeopathic
Can it?
I think time we all return-to-live
natural medical alternatives.

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

So you believe
In ANY remedies?

On the contrary, Storm,
Before I to tea,
I took a natural
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 about a for
at the local drugstore.

The briefly abates
As my hosts plates
but when return with desserts
Storm asserts,

said it first:
''There are things in heaven and earth
exist in your philosophy''
Science is just how trained to look at reality,
It doesn't love or spirituality.
How does science psychics?
Auras; the the power of prayer?

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

Look , Storm, I don't to bore you
But there's no thing as an aura!
Reading is like reading minds
Or tea-leaves or or meridian lines
These people aren't a skill,
They are lying or mentally ill.
goes 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 they can to the dead?
that totally fucked in the head
Lying to some crying woman child has died
And her you're in touch with the other side?
I think that's sick
Do we need to clarify that there's no such thing as a
What, are we 2?
Do we think that Horton Heard a Who?
Do we still that Santa brings us gifts?
Michael Jackson didn't have facelifts?
Are we still so stunned by circus
That we think that the dead
talk to pricks
Like John

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

You're so of your position
But just closed-minded
I think you'll
Your faith in 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 of observation so that Belief can be preserved.
If you me
That, say, works,
Then I change my mind
I will on a fucking dime
be embarrassed 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 of onion 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 and carve 'Fancy That' on the side of my cock.

Everyone's staring 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 answers out
And they won't be
By people around
Looking
And saying life mysterious?
Let's sit and hope
Let's call up the Pope
go watch Oprah
Interview Chopra

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

Does the idea that there be knowledge
Frighten
Does the idea one afternoon
On might enlighten you
Frighten
Does the notion that may not be a supernatural
So blow your noodle
That rather just stand in the fog
Of your to Google?

this enough?
Just this
Just this beautiful,
Wonderfully unfathomable, world?
How does it so fail to our attention
we have to diminish it with the invention
Of cheap, man-made Myths and
If you're so Shakespeare
Lend me ear:

gild refined gold,
to the lily,
To perfume on the violet
is just fucking
Or something 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
whatever, thats okay.
But what gives me a hard-on:
I am a tiny, insignificant, bit of carbon.
I have one life, and it is short and
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 this life of
as long to love this wife of mine
Twice as many years of and wine
Of sharing curries and shitty
At good-looking
fairies on their spines
And on their titties.

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