Luyện nghe bài hát The Tempest

I say!
Why do you grip so hard, way?
Of what, is there to be afraid?
Let the waves elope your empty remains.
They erode foothold, anyway.
They mosh, of their own might.
Hypnotizing.
swallowing.
They me, ganging up on me!
What's become of the that suppored me?
They spit me back after drowning me 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 is so far beneath you.
But then how come my corpse -- it up?
And it is my soul has sunk?
Hear!
That sound out across the land, over the roaring waves, through every grain of sand.
Is it of loss and or made 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 isolate you so abandon fears.
As spread my ashes like a bouquet of seeds.
Far up, far out... to show you I'm made of.
the parasite in every co-dependent brain fallen slave to the pull of the waves.
The pull of the waves; the natural decay of all that is made is how is paid.
Say Dickinson, who do you blame for romantic death wish?
And does it remain true that winds feel like a lover's breath?
That's why you so hard.
No!
It's simply condition me locked in!
I could escape if I how to swim!
Look... feel... aided.
Wind, sun and strangers have come to you so the choice is clear.
As they spread my ashes a bouquet of seeds.
Far up, far out... to show you I'm made of.
the parasite in every co-dependent brain fallen slave to the pull of the waves
Playfully badgering, capturing.
To escape the chaos is to sink -- not to swim.
You say to release the keeping me safely beneath.
But as the sea foam rises up, tickles my lips and sinks insides, the choice of future paths become a matter of pride?
When I've so hard to excel, why is it so unappealing to survive