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 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 climbed the shroud to the top-sail and I through the glass.
The curvature bisected by the wintry mast.

The scar upon my stomach, I it my Flying V.
And time I show it, I can feel your eyes on me.
How islands will surrender to the blunderbuss?
And, how must we sail 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 become if I lay my
Life down for a that I don't even care for."
to his face, I put my
Hand his and I tried 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 were out by the sound
Of the motors and rowers, the as it ran aground
And from the trees came a soldiers.
I went down on my with a spear in my shoulder.
face, about face, I swam back
To the Victoria. I shiver the
Memory, memory of the island
And the of the Storyteller.