Luyện nghe bài hát Storm

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

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

As we introductions
I'm struck by her
irrefutably fair
With dark and dark hair
But as she
I admit I'm a bit wary
because I the tip of the wing of a fairy
Tattooed on that popular
Just the derrire
And when she says Im
I confess a pigeonhole starts to
And is immediately filled pigeon
When she says her is Storm.

Conversation is initially bright and
But it's not long Storm gets started:
You know anything,
Knowledge is opinion
She opines, her Cabernet Sauvignon
Vis--vis,
Some
Empirical made by me

Not a good I think
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
Whether is so loose-weave
Of a
When deciding to leave
Her by the front door
Or a on the second floor.

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

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

Pharmaceutical companies are the
They promote drug
At the cost of the remedies
That are all our bodies
They are and driven by greed.
Why drugs
herbs can solve it?
Why use
homeopathic solvents
Can it?
I it's time 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 either not been to work,
Or been not to work.
Do you know what they call medicine
Thats been to work?
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, what was it


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

The briefly abates
As my hosts collects
but when they return with
Storm asserts,

Shakespeare said it
''There are more in heaven 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 headlights of vacuous crap.
it's the Hamlet she just mis-quothed
Or the fifh glass of I just quaffed
But my diplomacy dike
And the arsehole held back by its
Can be held no more:

Look , Storm, I don't to bore you
But there's no thing as an aura!
Reading is like reading minds
Or or star-signs or meridian lines
people aren't plying a skill,
They are lying or mentally ill.
Same goes for peoplewho claim to hear demands
Or Spiritual healers who they've got magic hands.

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

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

You're so of your position
But you're closed-minded
I think find
Your in Science 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 will my mind
I will on a fucking dime
be embarrassed as hell,
But I run through the streets yelling
Its a miracle! Take and bin it!
has memory!
And while it's memory of a lost drop of onion juice is Infinite
It somehow all the poo its had in it!

You show me it works and how it works
And I've recovered from the shock
I will take a compass and carve 'Fancy 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 won't be found
By sitting around
serious
And saying isn't mysterious?
sit here and hope
Let's call up the Pope
Let's go Oprah
Deepak Chopra

If wanna watch tele, you watch Scooby Doo.
That show was so
because every time there was a church a ghoul
Or a ghost in a
They looked beneath the mask and 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 that there might be knowledge
you?
Does the idea one afternoon
On might enlighten you
Frighten
Does the that there may not be a supernatural
So your hippy noodle
That you'd rather stand in the fog
Of your to Google?

this enough?
Just this
this beautiful, complex
Wonderfully unfathomable, world?
How does it so fail to hold our
That we have to diminish it the invention
Of cheap, Myths and Monsters?
If you're so Shakespeare
me your ear:

''To gild gold,
to the lily,
To throw perfume on the
is fucking silly''
Or something that.
Or about Satchmo?!
I see of Green,
Red too,
And fine, if you to
Krishna and Vishnu
In a post-colonial,
Bottled-up and labelled of way
Then whatever, okay.
But what 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 scientific
I get to live twice as as my great great great great uncles-es and aunts-es.
Twice as long to live this of mine
Twice as long to love this of mine
Twice as many of friends and wine
Of curries and getting shitty
At hippies
fairies on their spines
And on their titties.

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