Luyện nghe bài hát The Greatest Show on Earth

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

"After sleeping through a hundred centuries
We have finally our eyes on a sumptuous planet
Sparkling with color, bountiful with
Within decades we must close our again
Isn't it a noble, an enlightened way of our brief
Time in the sun, to 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 every direction
Lonely farer in the 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 will be scions of the Devonian sea
Aeons pass, writing the of us all
A day-to-day new
For the show on Earth

Ion
Welcoming the outside to the stuff of stars
Bedding the tree of a holy
life

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 day-to-day new
For the greatest show on

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

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

III. The
After a years
The show is still
Not a single one of your fathers died
The travelers out of Africa
Lucy of the Afar

Gave to fantasy
To
To self weaponry

the god of gaps
Deep within the
Atavistic of the hunted

Enter
The cradle of
The of understanding
The lust to feel so exceptional
To the Earth

Hunger for rocks
For mushroom clouds
The will to do just as be done by
history
The grand
Enter

Man, he took his in the sun
Had a to understand
A single of sand
He gave birth to
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 gave birth to
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 of sand
He birth to poetry
But one cease to be
Greet the 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 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 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 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)