Luyện nghe bài hát The Greatest Show on Earth

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

"After through a hundred million centuries
We have finally opened our eyes on a planet
Sparkling color, bountiful with life
Within decades we must 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 have to wake up in it?"

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

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, the tale of us all
A day-to-day new
For the greatest show on

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

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

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

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

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 show on Earth

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

Gave to fantasy
To
To self weaponry

Enter the god of
within the past
Atavistic dread of the

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

for shiny rocks
For giant clouds
The will to do as you'd be done by
Enter
The grand
Enter

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

Man, he his time in the sun
Had a dream to
A grain of sand
He gave birth to
But one cease to be
Greet the light of the library

Man, he his time in the sun
Had a to understand
A single grain of
He gave birth to
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 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 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 beautiful and most wonderful have been, and are being, evolved."

V. Driftwood
(Instrumental)