Luyện nghe bài hát The Tempest

I say!
Why do you grip so hard, way?
Of what, is there to be afraid?
Let the elope with your empty remains.
They erode foothold, anyway.
They mosh, unaware of own might.
Hypnotizing.
swallowing.
They storm me, up on me!
become of the home that suppored me?
They spit me back after drowning me then away dragging their fingers behind them.
But you the salt, sink down lower than the undertow would being you.
You don't seem 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, over the roaring waves, through every of sand.
Is it of loss and pain or to seduce me?
Listen!
The oohs and of funeral spectators death admirators as they bathe in ritual memories and fake tears.
underrated.
Jaded and hatred you so abandon your fears.
As spread my ashes like a bouquet of seeds.
Far up, far out... to show you I'm made of.
Kill the parasite in every co-dependent brain slave to the pull of the waves.
The pull of the waves; the natural decay of all is made is how redemption is paid.
Say Dickinson, who do you blame for your death wish?
And does it remain that angry winds feel like a lover's breath?
That's why you so hard.
No!
It's condition keeping me locked in!
I could escape if I how to swim!
Look... feel... aided.
Wind, sun and strangers have come to guide you so the 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
Playfully badgering, capturing.
To escape the chaos is to sink -- not to swim.
You say to release the stranglehold 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?
I've struggled so hard to excel, why is it so unappealing to survive