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.
I'll fill up the silence with the sound of your name.

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

The scar my stomach, I call it my Flying V.
And every time I show it, I can your eyes on me.
How many islands surrender to the blunderbuss?
And, how long must we before you show your face 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 even for."
to his face, I put my
Hand into his and I to tell him, "No,
I've seen his upon the panes of cathedrals,
In the sweat of the and the flight of the seagulls."

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