Luyện nghe bài hát The Tempest

I say!
Why do you so hard, that way?
Of what, is there left to be
Let the waves elope your empty remains.
They your foothold, anyway.
mosh, unaware of their own might.
Hypnotizing.
swallowing.
They storm me, up on me!
What's become of the that suppored me?
spit me back after drowning me then slip away dragging their fingers behind them.
But you expel the salt, sink lower than the undertow would being you.
You just don't seem to see how returning to them is so far you.
But then how my corpse -- it rises up?
And it is my that has sunk?
Hear!
That sound rings out across the land, over the roaring waves, through grain of sand.
Is it of and pain or made to seduce me?
Listen!
The oohs and aahs of spectators death admirators as they bathe in ritual memories and fake tears.
underrated.
Jaded and hatred you so abandon your fears.
As they spread my ashes a bouquet of seeds.
Far up, far out... to show you what I'm of.
Kill the parasite in every co-dependent brain fallen to the pull of the waves.
The pull of the the natural decay of all that is made is how redemption is paid.
Say Dickinson, who do you blame for your romantic death
And does it remain true that angry winds feel like a breath?
That's why you so hard.
No!
It's simply condition keeping me in!
I escape if I knew how to swim!
Look... feel... aided.
Wind, sun and have come to guide you so the choice is clear.
As they spread my ashes like a of seeds.
Far up, far out... to show you I'm made of.
Kill the parasite in every co-dependent brain fallen to the pull of the waves
Playfully badgering, capturing.
To escape the surface is to sink -- not to swim.
You say to release the stranglehold keeping me beneath.
But as the sea foam rises up, my lips and sinks insides, doesn't the choice of future paths become a matter of pride?
When I've struggled so hard to excel, why is it so unappealing to