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,
bloke, has his own practice
His an actress
An old mate of from home
And always great fun
So to dinner come.

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

As we introductions
I'm struck by her
She's irrefutably
With dark eyes and dark
But as she
I I'm a little bit wary
because I the tip of the wing of a fairy
Tattooed on popular area
above the derrire
And she says Im Sagittarian
I confess a pigeonhole to form
And is immediately with pigeon
she says her name is Storm.

Conversation is initially and light-hearted
But it's not before Storm gets started:
You know anything,
Knowledge is merely
She opines, over her Cabernet
Vis--vis,
un-hippily
Empirical made by me

Not a good start I
We're on pre-dinner drinks
And the room, my wife
Widens her
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 front
Or a window on the floor.

The food is and Storm,
Whilst all meat,
sits and eats
As the good doctor, slightly
court on some anachronistic aspect of medical history
When Storm insists
But the body is a mystery!
Science falls in a hole
it tries to explain the the nature of the soul.

My hostess throws me a
She, like my wife, knows there's a
That I'll be off on one of my rare but fun
But I , my lips are sealed.
I just to enjoy my meal
And although Storm is to get my goat
I no intention of rocking the boat,
it's becoming a bit of a wrestle
Because -- like her meteorological -
Storm has no such for our vessel:

Pharmaceutical are the enemy
They promote drug
At the cost of the remedies
are all our bodies need
They are immoral and by greed.
Why drugs
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 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
been 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 thats virtually side-effect free.
Its got a name,
Darling, what was it


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

The debate abates
As my hosts collects
but when they return desserts
Storm asserts,

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

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

, Storm, I don't mean to bore you
But there's no thing as an aura!
Reading is like reading minds
Or tea-leaves or star-signs or lines
These aren't plying a skill,
They are either lying or ill.
goes for peoplewho claim 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 fucked in the head
Lying to some woman whose 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 actually that Horton Heard a Who?
Do we think that Santa brings us gifts?
That Michael didn't have facelifts?
Are we still so by circus tricks
That we that the dead would
talk to pricks
Like Edward?

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

so sure of your position
But you're just
I think 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.
Science adjusts it's views based on what's
is the denial of observation so that Belief can be preserved.
If you me
That, say, works,
Then I will my mind
I will on a fucking dime
be embarrassed as hell,
But I will run through the yelling
Its a miracle! Take and bin it!
has memory!
And while it's memory of a long lost drop of 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 from the
I will take a compass and '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 are answers out there
And they won't be
By sitting around
serious
And saying isn't life
sit here and hope
Let's call up the Pope
go watch Oprah
Interview Chopra

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

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

Isn't enough?
this world?
Just beautiful, complex
Wonderfully unfathomable, natural
How does it so to hold our attention
That we to diminish 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 on the violet
is fucking silly''
Or like that.
Or what Satchmo?!
I see of Green,
Red too,
And fine, if you to
Glorify Krishna and
In a post-colonial,
Bottled-up and labelled of way
whatever, thats 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 advances
I get to live as long as my great great great great uncles-es and aunts-es.
Twice as long to live this life of
Twice as long to this wife of mine
as many years of friends and wine
Of curries and getting shitty
At good-looking
With fairies on their
And butterflies on titties.

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