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 me, ganging up on me!
What's become of the home that me?
They spit me back after drowning me then slip away their fingers behind them.
But you expel the salt, down 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 come my -- it rises up?
And it is my soul that has
Hear!
That sound rings out across the land, over the roaring waves, through 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 memories and fake tears.
underrated.
Jaded and hatred isolate you so abandon fears.
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 slave to the 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 it remain true that angry winds feel like a lover's breath?
That's why you so hard.
No!
It's simply condition me locked in!
I could if I knew how to swim!
Look... feel... aided.
Wind, sun and strangers have come to 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 in every co-dependent brain fallen slave to the pull of the waves
Playfully badgering, 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 rises up, tickles my lips and sinks insides, the choice of future paths become a matter of pride?
When I've struggled so to excel, why is it so unappealing to survive