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 of your holy name.

Knowledge of the sea-ways, knowledge of how the flows.
coined the phrase has never had to brave the snow.
I the shroud to the top-sail and I peeked through the glass.
The curvature bisected by the 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 will surrender to the
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
Life down for a people I don't even care for."
to his face, I put my
Hand into his and I to tell him, "No,
I've his work upon the panes of cathedrals,
In the of the workers and the flight of the seagulls."

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