Luyện nghe bài hát The Great Elsewhere

Talking, what's it for?
nothing.
Wrestle, wrestle.
You can pin me to anything.

I saw you in the seaweed.
Thought I saw you in a flame.
fill up the silence with the sound of your holy name.

Knowledge of the sea-ways, of how the water flows.
Whoever coined the phrase has had to brave the snow.
I the shroud to the top-sail and I peeked through the glass.
The bisected by the wintry mizzen mast.

The scar upon my stomach, I call it my V.
And every time I show it, I can feel your on me.
How many islands surrender to the blunderbuss?
And, how long must we sail before you show your to us?

him out to the end of the pier.
"Don't any closer," he cried, "I am afraid
Of the man I'll if I lay my
Life down for a people that I don't care for."
to his face, I put my
Hand into his and I to tell him, "No,
I've seen his work upon the of cathedrals,
In the sweat of the workers and the of the seagulls."

My words were drowned out by the
Of the and rowers, the ship as it ran aground
And from the came a thousand soldiers.
I down on my knees with a spear in my shoulder.
About face, face, I swam back
To the Victoria. I shiver the
Memory, memory of the island
And the of the Storyteller.