Luyện nghe bài hát The Tempest

I say!
Why do you grip so hard, way?
Of what, is left to be afraid?
Let the waves elope with your remains.
They your foothold, anyway.
They mosh, 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 dragging their fingers behind them.
But you expel the salt, down lower than the undertow would being you.
You just seem to see how returning to them is so far beneath you.
But then how my corpse -- it rises up?
And it is my soul has sunk?
Hear!
That rings out across the land, over the roaring waves, through every grain of sand.
Is it of loss and pain or made to me?
Listen!
The oohs and aahs of funeral spectators death admirators as they in ritual memories and fake tears.
underrated.
Jaded and isolate you so abandon your fears.
As they spread my ashes a bouquet of seeds.
Far up, far out... to show you I'm made of.
Kill the 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 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 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 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
Playfully badgering, capturing.
To the surface 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, doesn't the of future paths become a matter of pride?
When I've struggled so to excel, why is it so unappealing to survive