Luyện nghe bài hát The Great Elsewhere

Talking, it good 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 holy name.

of the sea-ways, knowledge of how the water flows.
Whoever the phrase has never had to brave the snow.
I climbed the shroud to the top-sail and I through the glass.
The curvature by the wintry 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 must we sail before you show face to us?

him out to the end of the pier.
"Don't come any closer," he cried, "I am
Of the man become if I lay my
down for a people that I don't even care for."
to his face, I put my
Hand into his and I tried to him, "No,
I've seen his upon the panes of cathedrals,
In the of the workers 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 a thousand soldiers.
I went down on my with a spear in my shoulder.
About face, about face, I swam
To the Victoria. I with the
Memory, memory of the dwellers
And the of the Storyteller.