Luyện nghe bài hát The Greatest Show on Earth

I. Point Six
Archaean
The sunrise
On a Gaea
Opus
there, us sleeping

"After through a hundred million centuries
We have finally our eyes on a sumptuous planet
Sparkling with color, bountiful life
Within decades we must close our eyes
Isn't it a noble, an enlightened way of spending our
in the sun, to work 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, infinity
In vast direction
Lonely in the Goldilocks zone
She has a tale to
the stellar nursery into a carbon feast
Enter

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 on Earth

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

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

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

We are to care for the garden
The wonder of, birth of, form 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 new opening
For the greatest show on

III. The
After a years
The show is still
Not a single one of your died young
The handy out of Africa
Little of the Afar

Gave to fantasy
To
To self destructive

Enter the god of
Deep within the
Atavistic of the hunted

Enter
The cradle of
The architecture of
The human lust to feel so
To the Earth

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

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

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

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

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 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 endless forms most beautiful and most wonderful have been, and are being, evolved."

V. Sea-Worn
(Instrumental)