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 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 peeked the glass.
The curvature bisected by the mizzen mast.

The scar upon my stomach, I call it my V.
And every time I show it, I can your eyes on me.
How islands will 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 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 work the panes of cathedrals,
In the sweat of the and the flight of the seagulls."

My words were out by the sound
Of the and rowers, the ship as it ran aground
And from the came a thousand soldiers.
I went on my knees with a spear in my shoulder.
About face, face, I swam back
To the Victoria. I with the
Memory, of the island dwellers
And the of the Storyteller.