Luyện nghe bài hát Storm

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

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

As we make
I'm by her beauty
irrefutably fair
With dark eyes and hair
But as she
I admit I'm a bit wary
because I the tip of the wing of a fairy
Tattooed on popular area
Just above the
And she says Im Sagittarian
I a pigeonhole starts to form
And is immediately with pigeon
When she says her is Storm.

Conversation is bright and light-hearted
But not long before Storm gets started:
You cant anything,
is merely opinion
She opines, over her Sauvignon
Vis--vis,
un-hippily
Empirical made by me

Not a good I think
only on pre-dinner drinks
And the room, my wife
Widens her
begs me, Be Nice
A warning
Not worth
So I the urge to ask Storm
Whether knowledge is so
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,
sits and eats
As the good doctor, slightly
Holds court on some anachronistic aspect of medical
When Storm insists
But the body is a mystery!
Science just falls in a
it tries to explain the the nature of the soul.

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

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

And try as I like,
A small 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 medicine
Thats been proved to
Medicine.

So you believe
In ANY Natural

On the contrary, Storm,
Before I to tea,
I took a remedy
Derived the bark of a willow tree
A painkiller virtually side-effect free.
Its got a name,
Darling, was it again?


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

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

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

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 I just quaffed
But my dike groans
And the arsehole held back by its
Can be held back no

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

By the way,
Why is it OK
For people to pretend can talk to the dead?
Isn't totally fucked in the head
Lying to some woman whose 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 thing as a psychic?
What, are we 2?
Do we actually think that Horton Heard a
Do we still think that Santa brings us
Michael Jackson didn't have facelifts?
Are we still so stunned by circus
we think that the dead would
Wanna talk to
Like Edward?

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

You're so sure of your
But just closed-minded
I think find
Your faith in 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.
Science adjusts it's based on what's observed
Faith is the denial of observation so that can be preserved.
If you me
That, say, works,
I will change my mind
I will on a fucking dime
I'll be as hell,
But I will run through the streets
Its a miracle! Take and bin it!
has memory!
And while it's memory of a long drop of onion juice is Infinite
It somehow all the poo its had in it!

You show me that it and how it works
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

Life is of mysteries, yeah,
But there are answers out
And they won't be
By sitting around
Looking
And saying isn't life
Let's sit here and
Let's up the fucking Pope
Let's go watch
Deepak Chopra

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

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

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

''To refined gold,
to the lily,
To perfume on the violet
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,
and labelled kind of way
Then whatever, okay.
But heres what me a hard-on:
I am a tiny, insignificant, bit of carbon.
I have one life, and it is and unimportant
But thanks to recent advances
I get to live twice as long as my great great great great and aunts-es.
Twice as long to live this of mine
Twice as long to this wife of mine
Twice as many of friends and wine
Of sharing and getting shitty
At good-looking
With on their spines
And on their titties.

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