Luyện nghe bài hát Storm

In a North London, top floor
All white walls, carpet, white cat,
Rice Paper
Modern art and
The a physician,
bloke, has his own practice
His an actress
An old mate of ours home
And they're great fun
So to dinner come.

The guest is an unknown,
The hosts have thrown
Us for a favor
this girls just 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 irrefutably
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 popular
Just above the
And when she Im Sagittarian
I a pigeonhole starts to form
And is immediately filled pigeon
When she says her 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 Sauvignon
Vis--vis,
Some
Empirical comment by me

Not a start I think
We're only on pre-dinner
And across the room, my
Widens her
begs me, Be Nice
A matrimonial
Not ignoring
So I the urge to ask Storm
Whether is so loose-weave
Of a
deciding whether to leave
Her apartment by the door
Or a on the second floor.

The is delicious and Storm,
avoiding all meat,
Happily sits and
As the good doctor, slightly
court on some anachronistic aspect of medical history
When suddenly insists
But the human is a mystery!
Science just in a hole
it tries to explain the the nature of the soul.

My hostess me a glance
She, like my wife, knows there's a
That I'll be off on one of my but fun rants
But I , my lips are sealed.
I want 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 -- her meteorological namesake -
Storm has no concerns for our vessel:

Pharmaceutical are the enemy
They promote dependency
At the cost of the remedies
That are all our need
They are immoral and by greed.
Why take
When can solve it?
Why use
When homeopathic
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 been not to work.
Do you what they call alternative medicine
Thats been proved to
Medicine.

So you believe
In ANY Natural

On the contrary, Storm,
Before I to tea,
I took a natural
Derived the bark of a willow tree
A painkiller 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,

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

I'm aware
I'm staring,
I'm like a rabbit suddenly
In the blinding headlights of crap.
Maybe it's the Hamlet she just
Or the fifh of wine I just quaffed
But my diplomacy dike
And the held back by its stones
Can be back no more:

Look , Storm, I mean to bore you
But there's no thing as an aura!
Auras is like reading minds
Or tea-leaves or or meridian lines
These people plying a skill,
They are either lying or ill.
Same goes for claim to hear Gods demands
Or healers who think they've got magic hands.

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

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

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

"Wow, thats a good point, let me for a bit"
Oh wait, my mistake, its bullshit.
adjusts it's views based on what's observed
Faith is the denial of so that Belief can be preserved.
If you me
That, say, works,
Then I change my mind
I will spin on a fucking
I'll be as hell,
But I run through the streets yelling
Its a miracle! physics and bin it!
has memory!
And while it's memory of a long lost drop of onion juice is
It somehow all the poo its had in it!

You me that it works and how it works
And when I've recovered from the
I will take a compass and carve 'Fancy on the side of my cock.

Everyone's just now,
But I'm pretty 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 sitting around
Looking
And isn't life mysterious?
sit here and hope
Let's up the fucking Pope
go watch Oprah
Interview Deepak

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

Does the idea that there might be
you?
Does the idea that one
On Wiki-fucking-pedia might 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?
Just this beautiful,
Wonderfully unfathomable, natural
How does it so fail to hold our
That we to diminish it with the invention
Of cheap, man-made and Monsters?
If you're so Shakespeare
Lend me ear:

''To gild gold,
to the lily,
To perfume on the violet
is just fucking
Or something 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 what me a hard-on:
I am a tiny, insignificant, bit of carbon.
I have one life, and it is short and
But thanks to scientific advances
I get to live twice as as my great great great great uncles-es and aunts-es.
Twice as long to this life of mine
Twice as to love this wife of mine
Twice as many years of and wine
Of sharing and getting shitty
At hippies
fairies on their spines
And on their titties.

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