Luyện nghe bài hát Storm

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

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

As we make
I'm struck by her
She's fair
With eyes and dark hair
But as she
I admit I'm a little bit
because I notice the tip of the wing of a
Tattooed on that area
above the derrire
And when she says Im
I confess a pigeonhole starts to
And is immediately with pigeon
When she says her is Storm.

Conversation is initially bright and
But it's not before Storm gets started:
You cant anything,
Knowledge is merely
She opines, over her Sauvignon
Vis--vis,
Some
Empirical comment by me

Not a start I think
We're only on drinks
And the room, my wife
her eyes
Silently begs me, Be
A warning
Not ignoring
So I resist the to ask Storm
Whether knowledge is so
Of a
When deciding to leave
Her apartment by the door
Or a on the second floor.

The food is and Storm,
Whilst all meat,
Happily and eats
As the doctor, slightly pissedly
Holds court on some aspect of medical history
When suddenly insists
But the body is a mystery!
Science falls in a hole
When it 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 rare but fun
But I shan't , my are sealed.
I just want to my meal
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 such concerns for our

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

And try as I like,
A crack appears
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
Thats proved to work?
Medicine.

So you believe
In ANY remedies?

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


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

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

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

I'm aware
I'm staring,
I'm a rabbit suddenly trapped
In the blinding headlights of crap.
Maybe it's the Hamlet she mis-quothed
Or the fifh glass of wine I quaffed
But my diplomacy dike
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 is like reading minds
Or tea-leaves or star-signs or meridian
These people aren't a skill,
They are lying or mentally ill.
Same goes for peoplewho to hear Gods demands
Or Spiritual healers who think they've got hands.

By the way,
Why is it OK
For to pretend they can talk to the dead?
Isn't totally fucked in the head
Lying to some crying whose child has died
And telling her you're in touch with the side?
I think that's fundamentally
Do we need to that there's no such thing as a psychic?
What, are we 2?
Do we actually think that Heard a Who?
Do we still think that Santa brings us
That Michael didn't have facelifts?
Are we still so stunned by circus
That we think the dead would
Wanna talk to
John Edward?

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

You're so sure of your
But you're closed-minded
I think you'll
Your faith in Science and
Is just as
As the of any fundamentalist.

"Wow, a good 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 denial of observation so that can be preserved.
If you me
That, say, works,
I will change my mind
I spin on a fucking 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 of a long lost drop of onion juice is Infinite
It forgets all the poo its had in it!

You me that it works and how it works
And when I've from the shock
I will take a compass and carve 'Fancy That' on the 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 they won't be
By people sitting
Looking
And saying life mysterious?
Let's sit and hope
call up the fucking Pope
Let's go Oprah
Deepak Chopra

If wanna watch tele, you watch Scooby Doo.
show 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.
throughout history
Every
solved has turned out to be
Not Magic.

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

this enough?
Just world?
this beautiful, complex
Wonderfully unfathomable, world?
How does it so to hold our attention
That we have to it with the invention
Of cheap, Myths and Monsters?
If so into Shakespeare
Lend me ear:

gild refined gold,
to the lily,
To throw perfume on the
is just silly''
Or something that.
Or what Satchmo?!
I see of Green,
Red too,
And fine, if you to
Glorify and Vishnu
In a post-colonial,
Bottled-up and kind of way
Then whatever, okay.
But heres what 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 twice as long as my great great great great uncles-es and aunts-es.
Twice as long to this life of mine
Twice as long to love this wife of
Twice as many years of and wine
Of sharing curries and getting
At good-looking
fairies on their spines
And on their titties.

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