Luyện nghe bài hát The Great Elsewhere

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

I saw you in the seaweed.
I saw you in a forest flame.
I'll up the silence with the sound of your holy name.

of the sea-ways, knowledge of how the water flows.
Whoever coined the has never had to brave the snow.
I climbed the shroud to the top-sail and I peeked the glass.
The curvature bisected by the mizzen mast.

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

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

My words drowned out by the sound
Of the motors and rowers, the ship as it ran
And from the trees came a soldiers.
I went on my knees with a spear in my shoulder.
face, about face, I swam back
To the Victoria. I shiver the
Memory, memory of the dwellers
And the of the Storyteller.