Luyện nghe bài hát The Greatest Show on Earth

I. Four Six
Archaean
The first
On a pristine
Opus
Somewhere there, us

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

II.
The law of gravity
Pulled the around a fire
A careless, cold
In vast direction
Lonely in the Goldilocks zone
She has a to tell
From the stellar nursery a carbon feast
Enter

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

We are one
We are the
Forbears of what will be of the Devonian sea
Aeons pass, writing the of us all
A new opening
For the greatest show on

Ion
Welcoming the world to the stuff of stars
Bedding the tree of a biological
Enter

The of chemistry
There's a in the garden
us to the mother of all

We are one
We are the
of what will be scions of the Devonian sea
Aeons pass, the tale of us all
A new opening
For the show on Earth

We are here to care for the
The wonder of, birth of, every form most
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 new opening
For the greatest on Earth

III. The
After a billion
The is still here
Not a single one of your fathers young
The handy travelers out of
Lucy of the Afar

Gave to fantasy
To
To self destructive

the god of gaps
Deep within the
Atavistic dread of the

Enter
The of thought
The architecture of
The human to feel so exceptional
To the Earth

for shiny rocks
For giant mushroom
The to do just as you'd be done by
history
The finale
Enter

Man, he his time in the sun
Had a dream to
A single grain of
He birth to poetry
But one cease to be
the last light of the library

Man, he his time in the sun
Had a to understand
A single grain of
He birth to poetry
But one day'll to be
Greet the last of the library

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

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

IV. The
"We are going to die, and that makes 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 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)