Luyện nghe bài hát The Greatest Show on Earth

I. Four Six
Archaean
The first
On a Gaea
Opus
there, us sleeping

"After sleeping a hundred million centuries
We finally opened our eyes on a sumptuous planet
Sparkling with color, with life
Within decades we close our eyes again
it a noble, an enlightened 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 cosmic law of
Pulled the around a fire
A careless, cold
In vast direction
Lonely in the Goldilocks zone
She has a to tell
From the stellar into a carbon feast
LUCA

The tapestry of
a writing in the garden
Leading us to the of all

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

Ion
Welcoming the outside world to the of stars
Bedding the tree of a biological
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 of the Devonian sea
Aeons pass, the tale of us all
A new opening
For the greatest on Earth

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

We are one
We are the
Forbears of what 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 show is here
Not a single one of your fathers died
The handy travelers out of
Little of the Afar

Gave birth to
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 so exceptional
To rule the

for shiny rocks
For giant mushroom
The will to do as you'd be done by
history
The grand
ratkind

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 dream to
A grain of sand
He birth to poetry
But one day'll 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 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 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 never stirred?"

"There is grandeur in this view of life, with its several powers, having been originally breathed 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 beautiful and most wonderful have been, and are being, evolved."

V. Sea-Worn
(Instrumental)