Luyện nghe bài hát The Greatest Show on Earth

I. Four Six
Archaean
The sunrise
On a Gaea
Opus
Somewhere there, us

"After through a hundred million centuries
We have finally opened our eyes on a sumptuous
Sparkling with color, bountiful life
Within decades we must our eyes again
Isn't it a noble, an way of spending our brief
Time in the sun, to work at understanding the
And how we have come to up in it?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

III. The
After a billion
The is still here
Not a one of your fathers died young
The travelers out of Africa
Little Lucy of the

birth to fantasy
To
To destructive weaponry

Enter the god of
Deep within the
Atavistic dread of the

Ionia
The cradle of
The of understanding
The human lust to feel so
To rule the

Hunger for shiny
For giant clouds
The will to do just as be done by
Enter
The grand
Enter

Man, he his time in the sun
Had a to understand
A single of sand
He gave 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
the last light of the library

Man, he his time in the sun
Had a to understand
A grain of sand
He gave to poetry
But one day'll to be
the last light 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 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 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 forms most and most wonderful have been, and are being, evolved."

V. Sea-Worn
(Instrumental)