Luyện nghe bài hát The Greatest Show on Earth

I. Four Six
horizon
The first
On a Gaea
perfectum
Somewhere there, us

"After sleeping through a hundred centuries
We have finally opened our on a sumptuous planet
Sparkling with color, with life
Within decades we close our eyes again
Isn't it a noble, an enlightened way of spending our
Time in the sun, to at understanding the universe
And how we have to wake up in it?"

II.
The cosmic law of
Pulled the around a fire
A careless, cold
In every vast
Lonely farer in the zone
She has a tale to
From the nursery into a carbon feast
LUCA

The tapestry of
There's a in the garden
Leading us to the of all

We are one
We are the
Forbears of what will be scions of the sea
Aeons pass, the tale of us all
A day-to-day new
For the show on Earth

Ion
Welcoming the outside world to the of stars
Bedding the of a biological holy
Enter

The tapestry of
There's a writing in the
Leading us to the of all

We are one
We are the
Forbears of what will be scions of the sea
pass, writing the tale of us all
A day-to-day new
For the greatest on Earth

We are to care for the garden
The of, birth of, every form most beautiful
Every form beautiful

We are one
We are the
of what will be scions of the Devonian sea
Aeons pass, the tale of us all
A day-to-day new
For the greatest on Earth

III. The
a billion years
The show is still
Not a one of your fathers died young
The handy out of Africa
Lucy of the Afar

Gave to fantasy
To
To self weaponry

Enter the god of
within the past
Atavistic dread of the

Ionia
The of thought
The architecture of
The human lust to feel so
To the Earth

Hunger for shiny
For mushroom clouds
The will to do just as you'd be by
history
The finale
ratkind

Man, he his time in the sun
Had a dream to
A single of sand
He gave to poetry
But one cease to be
Greet the last of the library

Man, he took his in the sun
Had a to understand
A grain of sand
He gave to poetry
But one cease to be
the last light of the library

Man, he took his in the sun
Had a dream to
A grain of sand
He birth to poetry
But one cease to be
Greet the last light of the

We here!
We here!
We here!
We here!

IV. The
"We are going to die, and that us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born. The potential people who could have been here in my place but who will in fact never see the light of day outnumber the sand grains of Sahara. Certainly those unborn ghosts include greater poets than Keats, scientists greater than Newton. We know this because the set of possible people allowed by our DNA so massively exceeds the set of actual people. In the teeth of these stupefying odds it is you and I, in our ordinariness, that are here. We privileged few, who won the lottery of birth against all odds, how dare we whine at our inevitable return to that prior state from which the vast majority have never stirred?"

"There is grandeur in this view of life, with its several powers, having been originally breathed into a few forms or into one. And that whilst this planet has gone cycling on according to the fixed law of gravity, from so simple a beginning endless most beautiful and most wonderful have been, and are being, evolved."

V. Driftwood
(Instrumental)