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

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

The upon my stomach, I call it my Flying V.
And every time I it, I can feel your eyes on me.
How many will surrender to the blunderbuss?
And, how long must we sail 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 people that I even care for."
to his face, I put my
Hand his and I tried to tell him, "No,
I've seen his work 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 as it ran aground
And from the trees came a soldiers.
I down on my knees with a spear in my shoulder.
About face, about face, I back
To the Victoria. I with the
Memory, memory of the dwellers
And the of the Storyteller.