Luyện nghe bài hát The Tempest

I say!
Why do you grip so hard, that
Of what, is left to be afraid?
Let the elope with your empty remains.
They your foothold, anyway.
They mosh, unaware of own might.
Hypnotizing.
swallowing.
They storm me, up on me!
What's become of the that suppored me?
They spit me back drowning me then slip away dragging their fingers behind them.
But you expel the salt, sink down lower than the would being you.
You just don't to see how returning to them is so far beneath you.
But then how come my -- it rises up?
And it is my soul has sunk?
Hear!
That sound rings out across the land, the roaring waves, through every grain of sand.
Is it of loss and pain or to seduce me?
Listen!
The oohs and aahs of funeral spectators death admirators as they bathe in ritual and fake tears.
underrated.
Jaded and hatred you so abandon your fears.
As they spread my like a bouquet of seeds.
Far up, far out... to show you what I'm of.
Kill the parasite in every co-dependent brain slave to the pull of the waves.
The pull of the waves; the 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 that angry winds feel like a lover's breath?
why you grip so hard.
No!
It's condition keeping me locked in!
I could 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 like a bouquet of seeds.
Far up, far out... to you what I'm made of.
Kill the parasite in every co-dependent brain slave to the pull of the waves
badgering, casually capturing.
To escape the surface is to sink -- not to swim.
You say to the stranglehold keeping me safely beneath.
But as the sea foam up, tickles my lips and sinks insides, doesn't the choice of future paths become a matter of pride?
I've struggled so hard to excel, why is it so unappealing to survive